on a jellyfish
on the mauve
middle
of a Beach
House song

wiping
the center
out of
the center
half flat

soda half
wet socks
vanishing
in a tornado
in a bottle

I keep
shelves
stable sweep
stairs ugh
stars

ugh you wall
studs of the sky
you wee piles
of could
but can’t

not right
now I’m
busy with
this thing
this thing

is loud
neighbors
wake to
watch
bright green

machines
rove its
surface
re-gifting
reminders

I feel like
feeling like
melty grapefruit
soccer ball
toe gravel