Gah
I’m in love
and it feels
very
wow
like w!oh!w
a pretty marionettist
is towing
a dopamine constellation—
uninhibited radiance
in the face of curdled cloud—
through the terminal
loneliness
I prayed about
before adoration AND supplication
in bed last night.
GAH what if
God
doesn’t heal mothers
of hoggish lesbians
of glumball optimists
with kerosene-pickled optics
If she won’t
sign ALL my Cancerian petitions
why am I so compelled to
guzzle ALL her-blood
almost back in the kitchen
pouring her wherever she is
the tallest glass.
Featured photo courtesy of author.
