passive aggressive

the things we do - indirectly.
i’m drawn to this sort of thing,
torture. but,
i pull myself clear of it.

when she
shakes my hand, her body is elsewhere,
unbothered.
her vessel formed in ceramics and reinforced
tightly
every wish granted, “hey!” i’d say.
it isn’t fair! is it?

i understand these sorts of things
the way i tortured my thoughts into patterns
and my body is elsewhere,
unharmed, because
i pulled myself clear of it. such am i
"above it": so
it turns out i’m envious
in effigy, “don’t worry,” i’d say.
it’s not real, because
i’m not real.

hairpin dynamics

jesus did something interesting
jesus said
he said something interesting

i don’t really remember
what was important about
my magazines
comparatively

but i hope that tomorrow
i’d say something
meant for ink on iron pages
a word or two about
our sordid innerworkings
our sickened secret passages
and how we always overcome
and gracefully leave it all behind

(i just won’t get my hopes up
about today)