we think a real witch would.
into an animal’s. He plunged his tail into my eye.
Sped up five-point violence of the stars.
like burning water, proudish looks.
Make me just like him, I prayed, but greater.
The words before me squirmed. More capable.
watered. They’re tagging these thoughts too.
or vision. Yeah, I hear you. Yeah, I know.
of tape, a sermon on fidelity stuck to every tendril.
And the problem is you rest. You rest and you forget.
The garden had its volume, and then we turned it up.
He is on the floor, rolled away from his nature.
I roll away from my nature, too. One upper.
Lichtleiter is the light conductor.
like static. A skirt is a joke that circles the legs.
Something about what cannot govern.
because she’s holding an egg in her mouth.
Yellow milk. I feel the slackness of my mind.
on my head, that someone keeps wiping off.
When pity floods the joke, pity the goblet made to hold it.
Oh, your little goblet’s come apart!
Bridget Talone is the author of Sous Les Yeux (Catenary Press, 2017) and The Soft Life (Wonder Press). Recent work has appeared in jubilat and Ugly Duckling Presse’s 6×6. Bridget Talone's new book The Soft Life is now available from Wonder.