from DISTANCE: BOUND AND GAGGED BUT STILL ENJOYABLE
by Drew Kalbach
I have defeated weather. My sweat
beginning to choke some strangers, my sweat
an instrumental. Gauging the distance I forget about the distance and nearly get down
inside this abandoned house. Ghosts keep tickling my feet
but won't answer my calls. Pleased to please the brides in their raw
unclean state. Dump all mannequin
parts into my bedroom, I'll fit inside of plastic or else.
Baby girl, yep! you'll need another minor fit to get this tick from the blue bloody shoulder we call
"that special breakfast." I'm so sick of distance
watching me shave. I'm so sick of distance questioning my haircut.
Even when my teeth begin to grow the executions run late. You're stealing all my spotlight.
OK. I will tickle you into submission.
Never forget the billboards and their lack of proper desire.
I lost the room. I have a purse and no need for desire.