Jordan Kaye
Paula Abdul lives in a glass house.
In it, she breathes plexi-oxygen through a straw-
this way, her vitality doesn't smudge
the lipstick that carpets her coloring book lips.
Glass house woman
breathes through a straw,
The woman with three
equidistantly cropped chin hairs,
drinks dust through a sippy cup.
Dust that took only a week or two
to collect at the
four corners of my tube.
Dust that confirms
how utterly impossible
it is,
To bear witness:
That Charcoal Reflective Reality Rager
"... To Be Continued"
(Not actually to be continued)
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I like the repetition; it sort of creates sibling stanzas.
ReplyDeleteReally interesting images--the idea of drinking dust through a straw. But I'm getting a little lost in the last stanza/line. Are we still in the television, or are you trying to move out of it at that point? Forgive me if I am being very literal about something.