juniper jupiter

(amoraim of

babylon)

 

so i was at

the bus stop

in the great

divorce

reading

point

counter point

when the-

one-that-got

-away broke

a leg and

proposed,

or

i was

watching

unforgiven

and thinking

about the

crow and

tallulah

black on

account of

delilah

fitzgerald,

alone in my

apartment

with a fever

on my

breath.

 

i ache with

memories.

a red pang,

an orange

cringe. i sit

on the

couch and

make a

brand new

yellow

throbbing.

 

i can feel

my utter

lack of

control

and

it makes

me

dangerous,

 

and then

ornamental.

 

the wave-

particle

duality

rounds

third base

and heads

for home

with the

uncertainty

principle in

the backseat

of infinity and

 

i experience

the reality of

amber pain.

 

and then

the pain

becomes

pressure

and the

pressure

becomes

pleasure

 

and i

color

 

outside of

the lines.

 

i tear a

screaming

sweet

potato from

the earth,

 

punch a

hole

through

destiny.

 

the recipe

for

heartbreak

carved into

the wrists

of teenage

lovers in a

nondescript

sterile

suburbia,

 

even

stepford

mothers

weep at

the

funerals

of their

children.

 

a monk

staring

into a

pit of

corpses

reaches

transcen-

dence.

 

an orange

ripens in a

california

grove.

 

an

old

man

bent

over

 

reminds

me of my

mortality.

 

i eat fate

while

wearing

a

unicorn

skin suit

and

centaur

suede

cowboy

boots.

 

there is a

zit on my

neck the

size of a

utah

giant

cherry

that looks

like the

bite of

some

technicolor

jungle bug. 

 

it wasn’t

the way

she said

she

didn’t

love me

anymore,

 

or

her

simper.

 

maybe it

was the

nostalgia,

maybe an

unflinching

truth,

 

or

maybe

they

were

simply

 

words

that

sound

good

together.

 

language

is

currency

and none

more

valuable

than the

parlance

of

forgiveness.

 

tell someone

you love them,

 

anyone,

 

it doesn’t

matter who.

 

yellow ouch.

 

i said

something

about the

anishinaabe

in abilene

(kansas not

texas) and

she said

something

about

valentines

day and

pumpkins,

polar bears

at

christmas-

time,

something

about the

ravinia.