by

John Bryan

 

redecorate our chair legs

are chipped calcium lack

tell tale signs of osteoporosis i believe

& our lampshade teared

just above the tattoo and us

with no band aids interior slamming doors

in excavated rooms having lost my

ball of string as navigational device

craving the number ate while my hands

grip the waist of the hourglass figure

of eternity on her head

prey what's for dinner will any of

the ingredients embalm me

design a late Eocene moment