Gain Powers and Learn Desperation
Just like that it was gone—
the casually engendered peace—
it had been as subtle
as insulation.
But the video game blinks
a blaring directive.
Gain powers and learn desperation.
So I cut through the Won Kok parking lot.
I have made pink clouds my background
and to the up-left, a strand of
pigeons, still on their wire
in the rain.
*
I hunker down, blurry with prednisone.
Lupus lamentably does not mean
I’m a werewolf—
merely that I have been bitten by a wolf—
(on the face, ill-favored).
*
I am coursing along the wide street.
Mrs. Lin the psychic resides in a hut
of raspberry pavlova, and
she is In.
I listen to a song, hoping for
provocation
but find it both
very weird
and just ok.
I call him my sweet
log of marzipan. I call him
my pavlova. Chewy.
To be loved and
also sick—this
is a new vibe—
a rosemary tree
a moth in a beer stein
two socks, Jack Frost
apartment in the morning.
*
I keep getting hit by the desire to
make a tent of my jacket
and just hope I’m forgiven.