Jimmy Can Live in My Attic Too

Mass

Never Mind the Propaganda

Horse and Pony Show

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Silence
radio off
so loud I

swim down
as a mermaid
to the Mariana trench

and lay down
drowned, or sleeping

in a million years I'm
a striation
a stripe
a red stripe

with the wind whistling over me

fossilized, just
one thing to the next

if you caught it all on film
and sped it up

without voiceover
narration
explanation

that's the wonder
of what it means
of why I did it
why any of it happened
whether it was drowning, or sleeping, or a
singular act of
transcendence

whether the truth
about mermaids

is that they are silent
or sirens
or at all.

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It was undoubtedly sweet
in the same way that red grapes are
when they have been in the refrigerator for
some time and have
softened. A flash of
something, pain, surprise, or
just unexpected sensation
from the cold of a grape
rendered by teeth in a hot mouth. She breathes
into the microphone
singing in a whisper with her
eyes closed
Remember me just a little
I don't have any comment on
any of her doings
or her song
except to say

know if you are asking
or telling
or if you're just enjoying a moment with
yourself and the
rest of the grapes.

I Did Not Give Myself Permission