by Alexa Mal
once your parts are out-of-body
they don’t belong to you
—legally speaking
stray eyelashes
a spleen in tupperware
we stood in line together
& envied her hair out loud
this tidal wave of new empathy
keeps me uneasy
gives me geryon posture
I don’t bend
that way
without breaking
a new fly perched on her canvas
& we’re mourning
she was beautiful
a mother
they took pictures
we get drunk
sons in skins moms gave them
doing skin things on the street
poor milo
poor napalm dogs
with their clean mouths
the wrong love we keep
when we’re beggars
I just want the moon
a magazine subscription
my favorite part
of getting a haircut is when
you have to put your head
all
the way
down
she was beautiful
we get drunk
sons in skins moms gave them
doing skin things on the street
the wrong love we keep
we’re beggars
stray eyelashes
a spleen in tupperware
I don’t bend
that way
—legally speaking
your parts are out-of-body
they don’t belong to you