“I Wanted to be an Absence”
As if abscesses could turn
their ugly course,
to hang glide with monstrous arms, spinning shrubbery off a weasel’s grin,
the neighbors drink gin, playing gin rummy with their skeletons,
the third one’s divorced:
she lives in an old peach tree
which still bears fruit,
difficult to bear
with ginger hair in stock
at your feminine robot store,,
ours is a drunken rage
your limbs grow numb and drift away
but that’s okay when you’re headless,
still haunting your own bedroom,
hunting for the scent of our lives,
a disappointment is a disease
a disuse in your fiery sinking fingertips
the pewter aglow with regrets
for what water should have rushed
it must be internalized anger
diffused suffering, immunized
through a colander if nobody cares
because I love you
burnt thumb and tacks
a lucky limerick as blood
one memento to carry you on
the leaves and tall of tick grass
the past will never last
it collapses at long last.
nicholauspatnaude 
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