honey & lime

dissociation blues (or, accidental astral projection)

the body was here a moment ago—where did I leave that thing?

must have pressed it, folded it up pretzel-like & lost it in the linen closet somewhere.

must have wrapped it in plastic, only company the hum & whisper of the refrigerator.

must have left it lying in the tub, a shriveled fig adorned with pruned valleys crafted by neglect.

must have sewn it seed-like between the peonies before it sprouted legs & walked away from me.

must have flung from myself like a gumband bullet; must have damaged that great Cartesian joint.

the body was there a moment ago, I know, I know. — I know.