the boring constancy of goodness                                                           

a hemisphere later
we are still
not without slippery vines
the softening bleeding of eventual semen-oozing
or china shattered on Wal-Mart photo frame

after monthly lies and badly executed schemes
blasé celebrations of the comforting nothing
and drunken stupors of post-disco-pre-blackout cocksucking
after academic glory and chalk-stained naked bodies inhabiting the humidity of hick dance floors

after well-rehearsed speeches vomited to the mirror
analgesic like your cock-owning features
after prop-like suitcases and theatrical nos and pleases
loud, thumping losses and untouched South American limbs

after crazy crazy reason-seeking mind trips
unbleached bathroom floors and unfucked counter tops

he speaks my language like a bird chirps
and I intake his monolithic stare with fall-proof force

his accidental cruelties have become habitual
24 –hour orgasms that say maybe

splattered on the floor being un-umbilical
to guarantee my shelter

in need of a telephone number to call, a car to dream of
the non-sexual-ness of high-ceiling libraries
lukewarm intellectual chaos

two against the world, remember
two