WHEN I DANCE
I want to give you the shape
of my thoughts. How nail polish
feels before it dries. There
are so many drugs out there.
When I move my hands
outside their contours the dryer
shuts off. There’s a certain drug
people take that makes them
feel like trees. I’m better
at the jerky movements.
Take me to the supermarket
of your hips and I’ll build a home.
A darkening. Some days nothing
good happens and I think
I deserve a treat. I develop
a habit of going
to the mall every day
to buy an Orange Julius.
People get into car accidents.
Keep filling the page. When I think
about that tall Styrofoam cup in my hand
well, you don’t want to know. When I say
you killed it I could mean so many things.
To tell the difference
examine how I arrange
my teeth at you. I give you the outlines
and your fists full of crayons.