bag lady, boxed

there is a plasticity to the soul that can fit inside sweaters but not inside drawers. how many times can one watch the same porn video before one feels that they have become that porn video. how many times can you attempt to untangle a cross. i bought a black dress today — long, and covered with sequins in the timorous shapes of stars. when i paid for it i imagined myself sitting in it on a curb drinking beer with you, so tell me what came first, the beer or the dress. you put my broken buddha lamp in the hall today because it “just didn’t fit.” i put you on the right side of my neck during a sex dream for the same reason. pisces is the blue cheese of the zodiac signs. are you a gemini? rose-covered curtains give me anxiety and black gauze has the polar-opposite effect. does styrofoam turn you on? it is narcissistic to assume that anything likes to be liked by you. it is narcissistic to assume that anything matters if you don’t. i would like to be a man ray photograph more than i would like to be a person. i would like to be the glass carnival wallpaper at your lips more than i would like to be a person. would you fuck me against your window, even though it is phobic to be naked in public? i have a feeling that although you are a poet, you think that poets are phony. i have a feeling that it’s all a joke to you and i like it, but i am not similar. your lips came to me in a dream, red and shiny like cartoon wool. your lips came to me in a honda and i loved them away, and i pushed them anyway. i wanted to be a porn star, your father wanted you to make boxes. we both felt upset about the wanting. we both learned that it is important to feel guiltless about smashing guitars. i am a 5 p.m. person who buys cardigans to look like trash. you are a 9 p.m. person who likes both kinds of nylon against your fingers. i couldn’t concentrate in yoga because i was fixated on how much you’d like the ass of the girl in front of me. i’m starting to believe that purple hair is cliché and i don’t like it. i let myself get wet in the rain today because i wanted you to be proud of me. when are my poems going to stop you. this is just the long string of molecules. this is just the long.