You know those gladiators
with the fishnets and tridents?
Those nets are weighted, right?
I think one is layered over me,
dragging me down to the dust
grime in my mouth can’t spit
it out muscles are mush
bones are old and heavy
reach for the trident
can I lift myself?
she held herself still
while she breathed
the air stalled in her throat
when she stopped
her chest rose and fell
an off-duty metrodome
is that purgatory?
shallow end instead
of the cannon-ball?
Sprawl on the couch
hand lands under throat
fingers catch pulse
just above collar bone notch
but when it comes down to it
I wouldn’t, you see,
because I’m too lazy
Have you ever been so full
of every emotion your body
can’t handle it and you consider
running outside to scream at the stars
And then you remember you’re lazy
and have no energy
so you call it a night and slump
against your pillows
Elizabeth can be brown or blond
Peter is a good guy name
Robert sounds like a furry bear coat
Cynthia is yellow flowers woven through brown lattice
What if unicorns only ate gummy bears?
What if two plus two sometimes didn’t equal four?
What if God created penguins to compensate
for the nasty creatures like mosquitoes?
What if everybody sees red differently
and we’ve just learned to call that shade the same thing?
What if termites hate the taste of wood?
What if the Eiffel Tower were inverted into the earth?