You are not a yellowing map
under his thumb. Or a hoe
left to rust in wax
bean fields sheathed
in snow. You are a terrain
of moments older. A cartographer’s
nightmare. The lithosphere’s shifting
sister. Tectonic plate heart
beat shaking the bed. Seismic
orgasm. River snaking
through a city remembrance. You grow skyscraper
cynical with every hotter winter. Your voice
is not an engine revving or a bald eagle
cry in a bruise blue sky. You are not a machine
full of fingers trying to fix
a faulty screw. He’s got a smokestack
mouth, factory hands, flat earth
gullibility, microplastic mind, Mt. Rushmore
face, flammable brain that flickers
candle soft. Bleats like a gull when the ocean licks
his toes. Wears sneaks on the beach. Thick sheet
of sunscreen blankets his metallic
sheen. Your riptide made him move
to the Midwest and hunt. He’s drowning in corn
and the remnants of manifest
destiny. The moon is a magnet pulling us
towards ourselves. When you reduce yourself
to urn, you can’t become ash.
under his thumb. Or a hoe
left to rust in wax
bean fields sheathed
in snow. You are a terrain
of moments older. A cartographer’s
nightmare. The lithosphere’s shifting
sister. Tectonic plate heart
beat shaking the bed. Seismic
orgasm. River snaking
through a city remembrance. You grow skyscraper
cynical with every hotter winter. Your voice
is not an engine revving or a bald eagle
cry in a bruise blue sky. You are not a machine
full of fingers trying to fix
a faulty screw. He’s got a smokestack
mouth, factory hands, flat earth
gullibility, microplastic mind, Mt. Rushmore
face, flammable brain that flickers
candle soft. Bleats like a gull when the ocean licks
his toes. Wears sneaks on the beach. Thick sheet
of sunscreen blankets his metallic
sheen. Your riptide made him move
to the Midwest and hunt. He’s drowning in corn
and the remnants of manifest
destiny. The moon is a magnet pulling us
towards ourselves. When you reduce yourself
to urn, you can’t become ash.
