i look at myself and my hair is shorter
my fingers have grown longer
from a missing pearl of a ring
probably curled somewhere behind
a bus seat pooling in rainwater
i look at myself in my round mirror
in my new round golden glasses
perched over my snake plant
those different boys watered while
i just watched. i saw other boys O.D
in the burrow of the patisserie
and i just watched.
i hope that is okay.
my first friends here all left
before winter came. so i bought
rope, wheat-colored, soft as butter, and tied
it around my calves and thighs
building pressure into blue
if no one could hold me
down, i would, i would.
i glared at a man i held
the door for yesterday
ungrateful like some mosquito
taking my blood leaving me
without a good itch.
thank you you’re welcome thank you
you’re welcome thank you goodbye
nothing has ever felt mine
even the ferns that are so kind
even the tall buildings i hide
a western set in mist
give me southern, give me thunder, give me bliss