i meet WOMAN under a palm tree. WOMAN is dressed in burn marks and when i touch her she melts like bones in acid. i sit down next to her and offer her candy. she rejects it in a voice like tree bark.
WHAT ARE YOU THINKING ABOUT i ask. i don't know if i'm expecting an answer or if i just expect to her to watch me with dull eyes and wait for an easier question. just in case she is i prepare an easier one in the back of my head. i think she can hear it anyway.
DRY SHAMPOO she says.
ALSO ABOUT LOBOTOMIES. AND HOW I NEVER KNOW WHEN TO FINISH SENTENCES, IF THEY'VE GONE ON TOO LONG OR TOO SHORT.
i nod again. I FINISH THEM WHEN MY VOICE RUNS OUT OR I CAN'T THINK OF ANY MORE METAPHORS
WOMAN beholds me with eyes that look like a metaphor i can't imagine right now. WOMAN is god, if god is supposed to taste like ash and give me a burning behind my eyes. WOMAN looks like someone who would make me dizzy if they weren't in my head.
CAN I KISS YOU i ask because i have to.
she doesn't answer so i don't.
WOMAN shows me her skinned knee and her blue blood. IF YOU KISSED ME WHAT DO YOU THINK I WOULD TASTE LIKE
LIKE A MIGRAINE AFTER CRYING OR SCRUBBING YOUR SKIN OFF AFTER SEX BECAUSE NO ONE TAUGHT YOU TO SAY NO
she can't laugh but if she could she would. instead she kisses me and our noses bump and my head fills with smoke. i trace her bottom lip with my tongue and draw away with something beautiful.
i ended an abusive relationship last week so here's some modern poetry i vomited up in case it helps me learn how to be again