Sometimes I let bad things happen because they can be undone but when they can’t… I’m a hopeless frog in your laundromat my spine is the length of a perfume sample I’ve begun, inexplicably, to dream of spare heels in sex cars and nightclubs next to just-blown volcanos there’s this shredded chimp vagina this bludgeoned jackfruit dragging the Ugandan jurisprudence it informs me that globalization is a tenement apartment like the one I fucked you in before me flicker tasteful cinematics of chiming hazel dogs eating my roommate she evolved to be exactly this afraid I pet the rabbit fur ushanka feel toward it a useless maternal emotion it shivers black light I pet it again and again the salt on the road glitters like meth at a lavender angle we’ve babysat this night before the EBT screen broachingthe subject of faith snow accrues—it thinks I’m dead dead like a mother monkey