Blisters

when i focus
on a cop
and it is
time for school
you bet

in a pool there
is not room
for your suit,
burkini,
give me a bellybutton

cruising for more shadow
to the neck of a burning street -
i want more sugar on this flap
of skin i want
more eyeshadow
i want you to walk me
across the room
to the armless chair
so...

talk about how
skin-z-freniac i
can be when
i don't breathe
bloated whale
crushing ankles
who never sin

it probably seems like
i wasn't listening
but i had an ear infection
and you have a terrible voice
to listen to
because it is made of styrofoam
clap them bubbles
bull's balls in bowls