Calvin Bedient

living in actual ass under the stars Josie’s experiment easy access to parking and bushes the first few times I feel awful flattened myself against the wall easy access to bulk movements of air dear souls “open themselves up, enraptured, to the essence of all things” marshmallow chimes blown on by a flamey wind we’re made of the same stuff you and I matches benzene drop zones you see this wound in my thigh a brief history of Vietfly I say screw the bag lady who called me prince and said I did nothing for my people what does a spider feel in moonlight? marriage riding its dark horse a child I tried to climb the black cast iron vine of my mother’s sewing machine to learn how to sing at the school of the silver wheel but thread-chatter got in the way bunch-talk the needle stabbed mama’s finger good we called it off pagoda of dirty dishes in the sink she threatens to kill me she’s upset I say the sea is a warning full and prompt the wave-shovels cannot pick up the dead duck fucking waves hats off to the dead duck how many reels exhaust the image history of the person it would be lovely to heal in a little muck called never mind

1 Who does me this I whistle off brazen as the green of the Palestinian flag Strange wishful little books clot my fur I do not labor except to season my domain Through seven holes all things twitter I reject the disjecta of allegory A sluttery roller skate grips my shoe 2 Is there enough chaos in you to make a world? The feather on the egg is the horse under the bed The New England winter is still raw and long The summer is intense and abandoned