DIPHENHYDRAMINE
im not gonna meet the hat man hes gonna meet me &
him n me are gonna do something cool like
drive around all night through the fields and
listen to each others music and
see if we can hit 120 on the straight stretches
me n the hat man are gonna be best friends like
sleepovers where we decorate cupcakes and
share clothes and
go halfsies on drugs
the hat man n i have our own special handshake its like
fist bumps and spins and high fives
i ask him one night if he ever thinks of lizards n he says
i think of lizards like i think of you
i ask what that means n he says
i think of the desert
i think of
tiny claws clinging on
scaly skin shaded spots
i think of windstorms gritty blinding
& i think
of you always always i think of you
you :
lizard & sand & sun
cacti & drought & more stars than you can dream of
burning & blinding &
i love the hat man im glad he met me
i rest my head on his shoulder
in the desert
we wear linen
THOROUGHBREDS
racehorses are all born on
january first
they’ve got
walnut-sized brains and
frail little cannon bones and
drink so much water that a man could drown in it.
i love to do cartwheels in the grass i
wish i could teach a horse to cartwheel so that we could
tumble together
sideways
i wish i were born in a manger with
horses blowing warm air over me they
greet each other by standing with
their nostrils together and exhaling
deeply
and when they meet again they
recognize the other
through his breath.
i want clarity
& cartwheels when
horses colic they lie down and roll to
try to alleviate the pain in their stomachs but
the rolling motion of the horse causes
his intestines
to tangle
and he dies
from the inside out.
the fragility of horses &
the way i throw my body around i am
tiny i think but
the horse
at times
is so much smaller.