the search for god can’t wait 

this room has good light, and i’m lonely

i want to believe in my capacity

to give up acts of desperation 

i attempt to transcribe 

the body, like a public declaration of aims

policy, brilliant chamomile tones

dark hair of head and armpit 

making rose areolae jump 

a single eggshell satin mule 

i’d wear that perfume in churches

to deserve everything 

i’ll get a sun burn 

in the fine-gold tuning of afternoon

life resists me

DURATIONAL SHAKE 

pursuing coherence 

i sent a nude photo, solitude’s nothing

i threw my account information in the trash

on hands and knees i ride 

toward the architecture of the mouth

in search of a benevolent media, i drank

2 diet cokes to de-escalate 

on hands and knees i find 

a 14 line notebook, japanese paper 

the color of yogurt 

architecture of pomegranates 

city’s thumb in my mouth 

there’s what you know 

there’s how that feels 

it really was about the smallest things, earning

shaking, hands and knees, two pomegranates