reluctance + rigmarole

a welfare check on my chickpeas
bankruptcy pulls me from a restraint on my stoop
a clue found in my miniature espresso

my neurons are frayed
there’s a peanut in my membrane
the hangout heavy airguns are hard to beat

silt screws cut like cymbals
weaned from reluctance + rigmarole
it’s the threat of the enema that never threatens

a glob of hornet + a flicker of worm
a channel for my undesirable tendencies
i eat the burglary of my own unmediated terms

What I’m Reading:

Inside us live innumerable others;
If I think or feel, I do not know
Who is thinking or feeling.
I am only the place
Where feeling and thinking happen.

— Ricardo Reis / “219”