Back Of My Head

‘We have a big future plan’ we say holding each other at night.

I look up at the crooked mountains and

beg for possums

 running along power lines

 at dusk.

Another long hike on snow thinking our own thoughts? I’d rather look at you.

I balance

coffee all day

most (un)pleasant waitress in this town.

Seeking a joy that is terribly ambitious.

My menacing sexuality

daydreams

as I accidentally clip my toe nails too short, again.

We are the law of titillating love

your precariously placed fingers around my neck and the back of my knees willing me to lose myself but I cant and wont

I look out the window with a Scientist’s measure.

Most days

you can only sleep to shine.

Another sunrise, you wake up to fellatio.

So many tired children. Too many with sticky lips.

I think of my childhood farm,

the anxious chickens brooding, mourning their dead rooster.

The beautiful people are the other people,

with pointed elbows and smooth

chins.