Letting go of your Oppressive
Weather is like fanning
the Jade Dust off your lap.
You just decide to do it.
You pick up some New Attitude.
Once upon a time, Criticism
was a form of drag I wore
with Dramatic Jouissance.
I entered every room with a pair
of Parenthetical Wings
& said everything
out several sides of my mouth.
This endeared me to No One
except a few coked-up queens
in a highly reflective space.
When you write copy
for the Multiverse
you have to Pay Attention
where you put the commas.
Look, I Hear You—
Hate burned a Hole in our Carpet
I’m trying to tiptoe
back into Love’s Bedroom.
Unfortunately, the Shortcut
is through a Duplex Kitchen
where two people scream
about Money, despite the fact
that they are both on fire.
Sometimes I think I must
have died because I mooch
around the Same Catastrophes
like a lick of Flame
eating your World Weariness
like Basic Flowers
off your Basic Drapes!
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