New Thing

I tried to aggregate my body into some sort of cohesive thing for you to consume

here, on a Tuesday.

My boss is in the other room snorting cocaine and looking intensely

at his expensive shoes.

Some things never change, and some things

seem to change but they don’t, really. I don’t

appreciate accompaniment because it doesn’t last. Leave me

alone please. Leave me to my devices, my cigarette, my notebook.

I once took a walk in a fancy castle in Heidelberg, amusing myself

with the drapes, the drawers, the drag of it all.

There is so much fantasy to indulge in when you’re in a castle.

Perhaps I’m a different person. Perhaps

I’m a princess. Living in this castle

in Germany. Hallo. I am ready

to become someone new. Someone who likes to discuss

lunch options, someone who spends thirty minutes

perusing Amazon for the perfect water bottle. Something

with a rubber snout. Something compact. Something fucking nothing.

I can’t be delectable. You can put some whipped cream on me, a cherry

maybe, some chocolate sauce. I’m never there

in my totality. I’ll always be somewhere else.

I’m away, you see, rotting in my German castle downing white wine

and listening to this bard sing some bullshit. I’m okay, high up

in my velvet chair. I’ll be whatever you want, you see, because I’m faraway

in this high-chair. I love romance. Romance me and sing me

this ballad. I’ll twinkle and whistle along and pretend to be right there.

I love this new place, these shiny new things.

Oh, I could stay here forever, laughing at your mediocre joke.

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