rooker, fuckers...
i want marshmallow shoes and kerosene legs...
i want the velvet in the sky to remember my name...
i want the yardbirds to cruise overhead...
i want the milk man to hide in my bed...
i want the maple tree to burn up in flames...
i want the monogram to stay on the stain...
i want fickle freedom...
i want drainpipes and firetrucks and hot blood racing...
i want pile driving and carpet burn...
i want redrum weddings and swallowing the worm...
i want this time, the next, and the last...
i want a field of posies and tulips and the fucking pope to
shit in his hat...
i want this disheveled honor to be worn by my own
creature...
i want laser marked chests with eyes that piss themselves
in fear...
i want the transparency of nakedness...
i want the trembling nervousness of being fully clothed...
i want the bottom of that lake...
and i want the sky as well...
- Marilyn Souza
from her chapbook Finding the Ultimate Treasure
