Bullshit Lit: three poems
& another thing is
you will live & go on living. do you want to know why? fucks’s sake,
it’s the unburnt candles. pistachios too, six bundles of pine twined
up with a prayer regina gave you. that dummy big bunch of dahlias
jenny brought by in august cause you once wrote a poem about fuschia.
remember? everything that’s happened. swimming tits out, moss mad,
hot spring in the mountain, two dogs breathing nearby, one’s your dead
best friend, wanted nothing but what you could offer—proximity, party,
dried lung of lamb never far from my palms. my world for a toothless mouth.
you will survive & become in the time that it takes you the thing you love
best: the earth. you will live to hear the horrible news, again & again,
the tuesday that will suck forever & the other tuesday too. you will make
two thousand more questionable choices. you will kill another calathea.
sorry. you will take two sudafed with your tea & then you will sort out
the future. you’ll nap. you will grieve like a feral orchid. nothing quite right
& remarkable, living. you could name a dozen more animals. be a river.
repent. learn how to draw a magnificent horse. take back your body
from every cruel thing. never once have a child you didn’t want. you will
wear your hair down. to hell with it all. you will go where i go.
& i’m staying.
