poem

Hi

            for Steve Carey

You made me smell.
I didn’t smell at
all before I met you
smells are pouring out of
my clothes, my feet, my
socks my hair
this is gross
you’ve made me monstrous
and I love it
I knew a man who laughed
at himself
for being this way
stinking of love
it was what he was
a stinking factory of his love
lying there all day
going out to get a smoke
I’m the east coast version
of that
since I met you
since the era of my famous
resistence to you ended
it began like the wind
I am a window to the world
the mailman can see me
he waves; children out there playing
it’s even this way when I’m out
there
except when I hold your hand
I want it; to be this exception
I’ve become
not a woman or a man
The heart pumps
the man is dead and it’s
spring
it’s a smelly season
don’t you think
the earth knows
the bugs are beginning to look
around
you’re throwing your mother’s
old stuff out
your friends are beginning
to understand
I want to show
mine something different
the ripples I’ve become
I’m influence
the way language changes
and rocks heal & burn
meat stretches
your little round animal
face keeps comes around
the corner but
oh no now you’re coming down
I’m looking up