Soliloquy to a friend
I cottage cheese on the side of your face

crackhead on a train cricket in a plant vase in a shopping mall,

you told your therapist about me 
the mycelium. that feeling grows back when it rains
toothbrushes are microplastics that go in your mouth

the fluoride tastes like wine I’d eat credit cards

to make you love me I can’t love myself 
if I’m James Dean where’s Audrey Hepburn?

if I’m Pete Wentz be my Best Buy parking lot
dead dove do not eat this cruel and unusual reality
I was crying on a Five Dock table

she abandoned me the way a horse kicks away a still wet foal showing weakness

to Ladybird out of moving cars completely unstable
Daddy, why do you always side with Mommy?
dead dove do not eat this cruel and unusual reality
who hurt you so that I’m hurt by your hurt more than you are by mine

when I look at your face it is like it is my face

I forget whether you hurt me or I hurt you
it’s midnight. you’re typing from my message requests

and I think of the time I put salt on a slug and it screamed

Shake the baby
I want to smash your head against the wall

lovingly

red drip running down a red brick wall

so your brain for the first time touches

something outside your thoughts

comes out of its shell and feels

the wind

the brick

my fingers stroking it
press my forehead against yours

barely half an inch of cartilage

aching spring forth

from two half-baked pre frontal cortex the

one aching thought

between us
handshake your brainstem

what lucid dreams would you have

of what no one has ever seen before
spirals a croissant on a cat’s back

are the same stripes on a slug
see into your incarnation

travelling shockingly far

across the kitchen floor 
breathe with one right nostril
I’m sorry that I stepped on you tread on you

leaving entrails on the kitchen floor
a speech act is the saying that’s the doing

it’s not the same if I tell you

the asking is what’s between us
I won’t apologise, you wouldn’t stop crying

 – I won’t forget what she said to me
eating winter game so lean your own body fat digests the protein

rabbit starvation – that offal that offering