Olive Oil and Other Liquids
I hate wearing contacts in the shower,
hate what we do all summer
with the blankets, the long green grass,
and the trees that don’t shade from the humid.
I hate sunburns in the shower,
so if we go to a pool we should remain there
and think about the sun’s grip,
questioning what the air wants in relation to us.
We should imagine we are like photographs,
and bless our skin as it cracks.
When blood starts, we can drink it
in memory of.
One of us should form a body canopy
so the other can feel the effects indirectly.
If we begin moving gelatin-ish,
one should remind the other we are solid, are entities.
What we should not do is comment
concerning the doughy substances we are.
What we ought not to think is we are yeast and flour
and are slow on our expansion.
We should then make longevity our business,
think about the vagues:
I want to fuck you into something else,
and the specifics:
I want to roll your body into a pool
of olive-colored oil.
