Earth Day
On this earth day here is an ode to all the things that didn’t go right To the vain ambitions The ghastly blood-borne tantrums And the rage This is an ode to the fuck-ups. The fuck faces. The petulant mouthbreathers The uh…ohs… To the sloppy way I drank a full bottle of tequila Stashed in that cupboard in New Mexico And called my dead grandmother three times. Hoping. Hoping. Hoping. And even emailed the Magician The one who serrated my liver into forty-four And to the Ring camera that caught discarnate limbs running out into a snowstorm at 3 am to dance. This is an ode to the interview man that came on his Zoom Zoom To tell me who I was I wanted to release the middle bird And lace a necklace of profanities around his heart But instead I sat on my hands As payment for being This Way So haughty So untamed. This is an ode to the unanswered. To the unmanifested. The ectopic pregnancy The clump of mucosal spores at the bottom of the porcelain toilet The dandelion wish