u make me nervous

can’t believe you walk around the world looking like that

a founding father. your eyes are like regular eyes with an iPhone reflecting in them. 
blue that is flat until it is infinity. interactive canvases

those are also called windowsills. james turrell’s open mouth.

eyes the kind of blue that shut you out. like watching an inauguration

online. thinking about all the wars overseas. how loud they must be and

how dry

but let’s stick to basics and call each of your eyes a pool

next to which i dangle my feet and bear witness to marco’s mythic volley:
polo has his shirt off panting and

marco’s drawing trade routes between coasts of himself

family jewels stuffed down his pants cutting his thighs and

sinking

Next to my wrinkled left foot. Everyone’s terrified

Imagining what the shoulder will feel like when he finds it
like how much of a shoulder, 

like why aren’t his eyes closed too?

The water waits

on hold in our mouths. Engorging diamonds. Floating without consent.

Isn’t it crazy how much rain can feel

like cake

when your eyes are closed

giving me a break

Reviews

[William Liston]

I don't understand this poem at all, but something about the words just makes me feel something. I love your vocabulary in this piece. I look forward to reading more from you.

-William Liston