Second Coming

Do it, twice

Internet had a sickness for days and I was starting to think that it would never return. What a blessing; what a curse.

I can't say that much changes for me, not really really really changes
yet I learn about the scope of my peripheries and watching them expand to contact

and then contract down, laced down tight, corset tight, laced up the back leaving red lines and a twenty inch waist tight, with no room to breath I dance into the light before forgotten and tossed like a tissue

onto the floor with a number scrawled
in something red
kicked into ball of lace
and waist

shake it up and shake it off
this one is to remember, this one is for may, this one is for my mother
as the nail hot as anything
hot as red hot scrawled numbers on napkins and twenty inch waists
presses into the soft tissue right above my hip

and I am only mad that I forgot my soldering iron
and that the stove's electric
and that the ups and the downs
pivot and spin around the spine of my heart

shining bright against the night
bright against the eye
open white hot heat of my heart
pumps iron and blood and legs along the road
and I know

I am the star
pressed to the sky reflected off the eye of a lover
and back across time space distance all of this
gone tomorrow

here today
just like the internet in the sticks

tell me who you are