Electrified man screams he can't leave his little house
My brain is surrounded by a fence
My mind is a lion god worshipping a bed of roses
My soul is a cat sitting on a windowsill watching leaves dance
My eyes have been wishing they could climb branches by themselves for decades
My mouth is a troubled door opening wide for a blast of stones
My belly is a flying saucer ready to fly high above the clouds
My penis is an aloe vera plant that transforms into a palm tree
My legs are afraid of becoming pudgy gnomes
My
feet are beer cans tossed through the gate of the future
Appreciation
After
attending a
super
spreader pre-
Halloween
poetry reading
maskless
in a
black
room with
no
open windows,
we
spend my
birthday
week at
home,
feverish, body
ached,
sore throated,
congested
and coughing.
Now
I munch
on
popcorn from
a
white porcelain
bowl
during the
writing
time of
the
online Saturday
workshop
and hear
my
wife in
the
bathroom washing
clothes
with the
portable
spinner. I
walk
down the
hallway
to visit
her—she’s
naked.
I
apologize, give
her
body a
big
wet hug.
Think
to myself,
I’m
feeling better.
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