are something so much stranger
Those, too, still, don’t move but, may, when necessary, can,
& do, lock in harmony.
That crams their rhombus heads,
it’s evolution all over again,
their hair is longer, they smell softer, their nails, shells,
are of more bluelime slivers, they listen,
they really, they do! That makes the strangeness.
contrary slithers, mute & missing,
past all, is unseen.
let x use my pen, it
stinks now powdery
sour. x knew it wd stick
& I’d need this back
& I’d remember & write
& x’d be there, those
glasses crooked. farsighted lenses, they
project the size of x’s eyes up
two notches to bug, which is funny
bc silvery wire frames
are almost invisible against such
skin, pale. suppose x wd light
chiaroscuro which is good, since
it keeps yr attention from
pants, dirty. wears same
stained jeans for days at times, which is fine
(who cares?) except x substitutes
perfume for washing.