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fantasy suites / a drama
I. honeymoon suite: (here is something real: i found you suddenly while i was mid-trapeze.) stars so fake cluster in the round bed they crust the velvet of our happy trails rubbed uncovered each of us a heart tub something biological made candy made sweet blood & valve & vinyl red or pink to contain the melt of us II. cave room: (i don’t remember if i left the candles lit. it seems that we could lose so much to flames.) ooze & stalactites gag pleasantly crystals waft scentless in the wading pool blister the edges of the quarter-bed we haven’t had sex the way that we used to for three months & our tongues dew water becoming un-still against the shower rocks III. jungle room: (i tell the truth in spite of myself. we are trying harder to be happy. we are trying.) elephants sing from leaf speakers static & you ask if i’ve said something when i haven’t vines plastic through my bloodstream nerve endings & no real stars for gazing just the dream of a star made painted a rainstorm precipitated from mouth-noise & the aloneness of the room IV. space room: (the whole sky opens up, they say, & we pour our limbs one-by-one back into time like a centerpiece of aspic.) more of a sound than a place lasers cinema from our emergency blankets silver & purple neons stuck between your teeth you ask me to pry them from your mouth little fish sold in tens but when i try i can only find the dark & then i become lost in it the world of you alien even to me |
