YEAR OF THE ANIMORPH

so the tradition goes i’m good at making 
the green blend and good at making
you laugh
lost more friends than I meant to but so the tradition goes
cedar post holds true and shaggy, don’t really get it just know 
don’t wanna stay even one second 
longer than it took
to realize i miss you trying
to impress me 
tore the paper, male runners diagonal out their shorts
to spindly horse stems
they used to make shorts better
little peaked cathedral doorways 
this year demands a more majestic way
to talk about the IT band, hindquarter motor
whatever horses have that shines like
the beaver coat I sold when I realized it was
what it was 
amber cloud of conquest
why we’re here, you reminded
and I did wear it to one devastating daytime party
that crawled me into 
sorrow's lodge 
at least the silk scarves make the grey day 
kiss back, i don’t believe the air causes sadness
but maybe sadness breathes? 
white with the knuckle ankles always scared but 
i respect how easy the rest of you love 
beauty power 
horses 
charging forth white hot wildfire gulping 
birthplaces and leaving 
smudges
a backless dress, a gold locket 
i moved through the party by a watcher’s string 
too cold for my own nipples braced in shudders 
like Andrea flips between bath and bed 
is surrender to sickness even possible unless 
you live alone?
i just wanna set up, then ditch
rude, correct
i miss the gifts 
it’s not nice to see someone hear you wrong
it’s not nice to travel and realize you’ve been 
unprepared for 
towards the end of the party we tried holy night 
and talked leave-in conditioner and
eyelash beings 
ink that glides a life and anchors the flame,
and snakes 
one around my neck plucked from
the window, also