the families who co-mingled with the goats
bore children to be centaurs
so I named their houses accordingly
till highbred denial
poisoned my plate

guilty by association,
guilty by assist
guilty by action

earlier, i was looking for a moldable magnet
i made friends with other witches
one who had grown to care for the bees
beyond purchase and packaging

I was staying in Louis V stately estate
and attending lectures
she was in a space that was secret, but sterile
and not over the bridge to other people enough
her face was over-worn.

again, current, at the end.
I am queen and people over assist me
I am trying to hop a fence being pulled open
I am walking through glass when the gate a jar
They are trying to make me complacent
 and weaken my grip on matter

(I heard our songs coming out a window of the university and i flew
in cognito to a closer look)

Oppositional

finding my personal precipice
he offered to be my guide

at the airport
he takes a spoon of milk and I'm spitting up and dripping snot onto my upper lip

Plastic gelatin napkins
soaked wiped, a cold jelly clean.
And you look up my nose
and tell me the coast is clear.

I am up against myself inverted
There is no glitter on my wings (I hate glitter I insist)
I leave behind crumbs and dust
I bring no jokes, no sunshine
I am tears and gnashing and snotty from the milk
I will crush these grapes in the cracks of your clean couch.
I am an easy target,
Because I am dirty
When you say I'm dirty
But you never give them any context
And for that power play
You precipice is no safer than mine

He met the perfect mate
And almost lost it
Remembering the fragile million.

They could cover my wall in paper
I could leap off the edge of this stairwell
The later would scare everybody because they don't know I can fly

I wish the wedding was in Tokyo
A thread of red pulls out a pore in my neck
I wish I was headed to Tokyo
I sit up straight even though it makes me feel too big. 
I tell her I can dream straight but I can't seem to live straight.  Everything is to far apart.  It's more fun to fly
Her thread is matching red,
Then pulls a second white over her heart
I feel for mine,  but there's only a lump
What's that?
I don't say
The way I die.

a dream my brain turned blue
and revealed itself
in little splotches on my forehead

carved into red walls
dried from fire rock
i was on the wrong side of the world
at the wrong time
add to my list of current event anxiety dreams.
volume too low to hear words over
building sounds again in my head.
beeping and banging and beeping and banging.
and crumbling in stutters, re building then falling once again.

spectator in different seasons
of myself

flying up to a cabinet in the top corner
of the house you lived in
when you felt in necessary to prove
that you could fly
built to use, but impossible to get to

projects you won't finish
but still get away with
on a laptop borrowed
half devolped concepts
she will find later under a carpet on the side of the room
grass, green, jungles, and people who care for them
their legacies reduced to little stories
few and far between
not enough to fill the 5 pages
you won't get around to writing

you are refining your breaststroke
meanwhile always looking over
your unknowing
self
as they bet
and bite meat off dried fish
a relative offers one to you
knowing your name
but not the specifities of your relation

ascending and descending stairs
falling in love with the newly born you
-but keeping a safe distance
lest you get escorted out
for performing too much interest in
an unbeknowst party
of your past

they set fire to the trees and the buildings

so i brought him to the lot across the street. 

every time you crossed the property line you went up in flames. 

you shot him and i and he shot you. our names were taken off the gun

----

i am trying to be with you alone to see what we can do, but everyone everywhere is burning.  

i could walk to see the horses so i visited them everyday

under water creatures in cages, to be eaten

wet dogs being washed

i teleported to los angeles.

 two men stopped me in the road and complimented my eyes, but not in a threatening way.  one man had to go, the other was lore-lei, lore.lie. and he worried about the future.  so we found ourselves in a future island with the water receed and a storm on the way.

 no one to let you inside. no structure to hold the people -we held one another.

then i was taken and my blood veins rigged with wires so they could study me

i pushed pushed and short circuited until i could peel each clamp piece off my insides like cooked egg.  only a little residue remained