the seventh sorrow

i have no idea how to begin the middle of course details st. john's fawning over the most luxurious head of hair as has ever been seen on a newborn pale yellow there must be a way to get around flaxen what else forget the sun and daffodils chalk crayon the walls of a sanitarium after a week of the ceiling leaking bile there is too much static here the whir of sound burning scandinavian too a conflagration that threatens our equilibrium a stone in our throat we cough in the direction of goliath who blue for some time now won't mind another contusion.

there is an ache in my tooth which i blame for all of the socks i've left floating around the house pairs that are on and off and lost every hour they return to my room rolled together again which is maddening because i can no longer tell which sock belongs to what foot so they must be washed only to be lost again i am arranging my money rearranging by denomination serial number wear or whether the bill smells more or less familiar a matter of whose hands i imagine upon them the amount of residual cocaine do my teeth buzz when rubbed against let's try this one and this one and the canines on the right side of my mouth have diminished so i've taken to eating left-handed in the hopes that over the next decade or so my teeth will even out bite left chew right because the molars too complain of my favoritism.

i cannot tell if i am still in love or missing love or suffering withdrawal from manhattan drugs sex contact does nothing but angle the sun draw out shadows where there were none to be seen which was disastrous in the first place all that negative space creeping up through our soles i mean having willfully ignored this venom for years to note it is now clear over our eyes is really quite demoralizing if only there were a stranger's lips to channel it through or the unsuspecting ear of an optimist whose very nature i am sure would transmute this ill to ichor.

but still your fingerprints drift from my hair wherever it falls and every fracture i cross as i walk reminds me of your palm.