I remember when all that I needed came through a tube…
No I don’t, but I wish I did.
I remember playing on swings, the moment where my bottom
separated from the seat, and gravity pushed me back down
as if to say “ Bad girl, I put you on this earth for a reason”.
I remember playing pool, or rather in a pool
Playing with a friend who I’d now call a narcissist.
I remember how she’d dunk my head under,
how I would squirm pathetically.
I remember “monster drinks” trying to be a child chemist
and making the new nanny drink soap.
I remember later feeling guilty about it
when she began to burp bubbles.
I remember being obsessed with people’s ability to accumulate fat
and wishing I could one day demand that much space.
When you are drifting into that carnival slumber
and your thoughts are sway
ing heavy with emotional weight.
Your neck leaves residue on your sweat stained pillow,
as you roll over and welcome your fall.
Your thoughts are ringing and you are so maudlin,
when you think about the comfort your comrades gave you
before they disappeared into the hills of superiority.
into that L.A opportunity.
Your thoughts are segmented
And suddenly it’s logical to associate
the color green with birthday party,
or toes with pixels.
And finally you are propelled and your body feels like it’s pleasantly
falling slowly into a warm tub and your eyes are rubbing against your lids
sparking involuntarily until you enter the free realm where logic turns into what simply is because nothing is questioned.