You are the wiping
of a sweatband across
brow
embedded, with: you
figure it out. It's inter-
changeable. Something
bumpy.
The rest of bubble-
tube, glass brooches,
impersonated show;
"the Office"
in a commercial
—seems everyone's trying.
All the leftover lust from
before, all the dust
sticking to after touch
-ing.
You wore a primly fit
Christmas jumper—what
is this?
This iridescent skin-tight
blouse. We don't know
what you're doing—stop.
I will live inside this bag:
from deli, so it's clear and
plastic,
crinkles loudly
when I move around. I've
lied. It's really tiny and has
pesto clinging
to the sides.
