Twitter Poem #2
by Kathleen McLeod
how to be music
how to harvest honey
in the heart
being alive makes me nervous
Radiant time differences. Equatorial shimmering. Come across.
it’s not hard to be somewhere else when you’re not anywhere
cough up Illuminati in the sink
no matter how I ask, you only give me the uneasy answers
Teenage boy skateboarders on the bus, wearing singlets and gravel rash
shoulders and dried blood on the tops of their thighs.
I liked your face but a minute later I grew bored with your tattoos.
I thought it hadn’t even hit the sides. Then I fell out of my body.
Twitter is your opportunity to contribute to my ego loss.
These knickers were a mistake.