All the Breakfasts in November
by Gabriel Simon
Take time to reach/into your memory glue.
What doesn’t stick/will not come back/to you.
I still like learning all those bad words/and bad verbs,
I still like talking to my/self.
While you break beets/over break-beats/
that just circle/around our heads/like
tiny annihilations,
I think I see/the vampires spread/
their wings outside/their sweaters.
There’s 1 egg left/and I’m like “Dang, dude.”
Yeah, just like when
you / thought you could /just bust up/ the corners/of the moon
w/ your little affections.
I wish the plates would stack up/to the heavens/
so I could climb up/with no hands /
and
Elbow Drop the stars
and silence.
Take time to reach/into your memory glue.
What doesn’t stick/will not come back/to you.
Except the things on my desk/
and the gum on my shoes.
Dedicated to Marceline, the Vampire Queen