A New World

I wish I was getting closer to fine
I once thought the shattering glass was vapor
searching for a wormhole in space
that connects the flashes of dimension
that contort and stifle my vision
My blood vessels seem shockingly vessels
carrying odd cargo
Would I know if I have dimples?
Shave my head, paint my face clown-like
laugh at me

Throw me on the couch, watch me writhe
I'll blow bubbles with my magic wand
they shatter on the concrete driveway
I thought I filled them full of worlds and galaxies
I guess they shatter too then
Call me a cab and I'll go next door
unbutton my cardigan and I'll kiss your lips firmly
I'll carve a design in my thigh to commemorate us
The headlights selectively blind me; I am still able to see the warm stain on the pavement
I laid out my black pants and tank-top for
the perfect memorable evening
or maybe another blind date
or a one-night stand
I'm growing found of my yuppie ghetto
And- oh God- I broke another nail
These things began before most of them got off the schoolbus
April 12, 1999