“I Came Out of Habitations Where Warmth Filled My Feet and Loins” –Rousseau
living in actual ass under the stars Josie’s experiment
easy access to parking and bushes
the first few times I feel awful flattened myself against the wall
easy access to bulk movements of air
dear souls “open themselves up, enraptured, to the essence of all things”
marshmallow chimes blown on by a flamey wind
we’re made of the same stuff you and I matches benzene drop zones
you see this wound in my thigh a brief history of Vietfly
I say screw the bag lady who called me prince and said I did nothing for
my people
what does a spider feel in moonlight?
marriage riding its dark horse
a child I tried to climb the black cast iron vine of my mother’s sewing
machine to learn how to sing at the school of the silver wheel but
thread-chatter got in the way bunch-talk the needle stabbed mama’s
finger good we called it off
pagoda of dirty dishes in the sink she threatens to kill me she’s upset
I say the sea is a warning full and prompt
the wave-shovels cannot pick up the dead duck fucking waves hats off
to the dead duck
how many reels exhaust the image history of the person
it would be lovely to heal in a little muck called never mind
Copyright Credit: Cal Bedient, “‘I Came Out of Habitations Where Warmth Filed My Feet and Loins’” from The Multiple. Copyright © 2012 by Cal Bedient. Reprinted by permission of Omnidawn Publishing.
Source: The Multiple (Omnidawn Publishing, 2012)