diaper

desire...

burning. fire. burning. fire. burning.

a bird's wing caught in the windshield wiper. i put my grandmother in another diaper.

she shits down her checkered pant leg and all over her slippers. i clean it up then hold my nose so i don't smell the tough side of luck.

i hide underneath the sheets. i pretend to fuck you in my dreams.

everything is imaginary. the images form constellations and i begin to think that i am a magician; making magic happen were tragic things should reside.

i hide under the sheets.

i begin to feel as if nothing will ever happen easily for me. it's hard to be so far from a goal. it feels cold.

i am the opposite of a pullman train car; i feed coals into this fire and begin to soar higher.

i am high.

i am high as a kite and our strings become tangled. i am mangled. i am mangy as a sewer cat. you are a rat. i spit and i spat. i shit and i shat.

my love is fat but my heart and wallet are skinny.

this ending, once again, is our beginning.

it is time for mending. it's hard to find the seams when it seems everything is stitched to begin with.

this situation is hard to mend. it is tough to fix.

maybe we are forever gluing together glue- but at least we do what we have to. and it may not be fun, yet it's getting done.

let's get it done. let's get her done then melt into the meaning of the sun.

desire...

burning. fire. burning. fire. burning.

a bird's wing caught in the windshield wiper. i put my grandmother in another diaper.