hawked gawked and chicken pocked
i set my alarm for the equinox
4:43 but it was still an awful surprise
a mountain of pills pooled between my thighs
with a smooth totem thumbed within my pocket
i finger fucked the electrical socket
the toddler in the front seat just glared at me and locked it
and i know i could survive, alone, on onions and gatorade
so when mercury saunters out of retrograde
and everything has been primped and prayed,
bludgeoned and braised
i'll remain pregnant with fury
hard candied and curried
daddy said that to be worried
is a wasted emotion
so after the funeral we simply applied the lotion
and i swallowed my thoughts of bursting devotion
with rose in your quartz
bermuda in your shorts
and memories to abort
ill take you shopping at FAO schwarz
