Kitsch
(mon semblable, mon frère)
Less inspiring; or more dual. The ordeal
calling up my disembowelment-dream
for the guests.
I tell them, I don’t want you to be company,
I want you to intervene!
Make my insomnia less vigorous.
(Tomorrow; tonight.)
I want you to pet me.
For forever the wide-screen panics me–
a real furor–
I need precious moments
for the afterlife. It comes quick–
laughing out of the box, the carton,
my little trolls,
but no real pet–
the boa taped to my wrist
wrapped like a demure hell
and stick, obedient to his dog.