I. Don ‘t even bother /
incompetence swallows
(more sanctioned language)
Plastic, toxic,
spoons for arrangement,
forks full of direction,
aware of their own cells.
More than god
you’re even aware of
hearing and seeing.
What I mean to say is I fail even at the simple tasks,
until I don’t and then?
Right now ever desire is abstract:
I want to be beautiful too,
(you may doubt me but: look!)
Right no there’s a whole world of
confused looks,
burning cheap things and it is certain we will touch with fingers and palms…
Yelling assumes we are on the same level.
We are.
I insist, until I do not.
