i am

i be
the sun

the bee the flower
sung, water

on skin. stung.
with no wind

i fall
and
break.
break

into colour--
rainbow(penisglowinglikeaglowykindofmoon)
stripped apart
and bleeding
me

(flight of birds,
gush and slide)

into darkness,
light
crowning
head.

i am.

the man inside of me

in my jacket is a saxophone. in
the saxophone is a tidy sum
of feelings.

last night i found a man
in my breast-pocket,
he spoke in A-flat
and blew his nose on my sleeve.

i said to him "why are you in
my clothes?"

to me he said "it just didn't
feel right to be inside of you".

"that's ok", i replied,
"i was feeling lonely anyway,
you can keep me company".


the next night he was gone.