waste the cultural capital on habits of the body

softly

blindfolded with nylon plastic fabric
so that every time you move
it would pinch

and make you stop
waste much slower than before

Cookie just wanted you to sit and spoil
wait for the day to puncture through until
you were more tangled than net

but she had no idea

when she left
you would follow

circumstances of a boring rebirth
in that, you lost your ability
to learn. A published perception.

how’s that disfigured mouth you leap from
the click-click of the jaw
vanished onto the concrete block
with houses that wear new denim
with an atlas cemented inside a closet
if you tried a little smarter to make the day fresh
I’m sure she’d notice when you breathe out
you howl louder than a covetous coyote
and she might cast her vision like fishing line-