Heather Christle

Two men share one tooth. From one tooth the men predict the world. Thank you! or we would not exist. Two men and one tooth is not a problem. One man is wide and one man is sober. Sometimes the men are the same. Little tooth is the light of the orchard. From it all things are made up. Once the two men lost the tooth and every one disappeared. No one was angry because no one was there. The men found the tooth when the tooth started laughing. The men said what is that noise and the world came back on. They told the tooth that’s not funny but it was very funny. One man swallowed the tooth and put on all the sad knowledge. He wanted to punish the tooth but the tooth punished him. It lasted three hours and then he threw up. The two men live in a cave with bay windows. To be in love is so solemn think the two men once a year. The tooth never thinks any thing. It is the tooth of a goat.

Today you find yourself guilty as the rim you split an egg against You press charges You spell out your name like the letters are medals for good conduct in a bad war The night moves in with you into your room until even your sleep is not your own Through the window the grass tells you to give up and you are trying but on the other hand things keep you: the moon, the cars, cars You undress yourself more deeply down like this is the way to get to the future You let the darkness medically examine you So much can’t be put back together To burn the house down to burn the house up It’s the same problem in any direction You’re matter You turn on the light

It is not that you want to be the one to make prints in the untrampled snow It is that you want to be in the snow without having touched it to be of  the snow not beginning Everywhere commerce dictates the shapes that move you along that seat you at the table far from the snow far from the act of not touching It only gets worse A girl’s gotta eat And your hunger’s not even your own

I can’t swim because I can’t fit into the water I am two million feet tall but thank you for inviting me I am standing in line inside my giant shirt If someone wanted to weaponize me they would tell me to lie down on New York and the city I destroyed would hurt me back I eat stars It’s a riot I know my big mouth full of  their light