Beautiful bygone puddle
should it matter that you came in at the anus
Should it matter that by molten fiat
iridescence was hushed up
that the sieve has its own conflicts of interest
How much misgiving deprived of decoys
can even the silent partner bear
Scarcity    absorbent     auto-erotic    shuts down the spigot of shooting stars
If we could rewind the tablespoon    recondition the quorum:
then
If we could fill in all the dream-ridden blanks:
then
Hunger and disgust are so exorbitant
The will to incarnate    and to serenade    too
Ardor is as unqualified to represent as the two-party system
This is a witch hunt for those who don’t believe in witches
This is the going through
Ready or not    we are overtaken
amid the oxygen tanks    the waiting rooms    the infuriated coo
Breathing out: rudimentary as an empty bushel basket
Breathing in: a decision-making tree
Butterscotch    and blood counts    and the brown obligatories
Lovely bare bones    puddle
should it matter that no one comes out of this unscathed