ZZ

		your eyes
	small	
						zebras
			stripes quiver in smog

SS

	  flaunt my prunish fingers
	  over the margins of your face
	  hacked carefully into thirds.

	  your eyes like fins. feline.
	  i imagine you hot, steaming
	  coming out of the microwave.


corrugated silver. clink forks. 
fishhooks in a small lake.
reuse. recycle.

your name–mouthful of copper
i sink my teeth into.

RR

moon shifts position in your favor.
each hair pulled into being. the relief of tension.

mouth squeezed into beak. pincers filled with white weapons.
bellicose. carnivorous toothmarks 
on plastic objects. digestive.
a tongue that clicks as it licks.

I taste you inside the curve	of my cheek.
the long ellipse of your lip.
your face: 					sour.
your sticky face: 				sticky sweet.

LL

wake with a putrid yawn.
bed spotted with hair and ink.
a plant in heat.

early lights spread over the city
glowing. thick thuds
like a munificent gesture.

lungs flutter with exhaust.
laxative chill.
a brain weighed naked nightly.

a reproduction of stars.
too much high art to absorb.
copse of little fists.
fingers everywhere.

grind grooves with tongue licks
and thumbnail. buzz of page.
dead letters glowing.

VI.    Industry: Veggie Cheese

A dry evening sliced like a paper cut,
fitted with modified cornstarch and soy protein.
A pale mouth of aspartame sprinkles.

My mouth twitches, engorged.
A yellow industrial aftertaste
sieved through the cracks between my teeth.