Give up bread
Love a little less
Use the words feral and inchoate
Call a lover sir,
spill semen onto his stomach
Eat a tomato
Diagram personal wins and losses in a pie
Stop envying law degrees
Eat, shit, sleep
Disregard patterns and commas
Reevaluate relationship to dogs
and those who love them
Demand a higher credit limit
Migrate to California
Meet a man who knows
how to grommet
Bake him a quiche
without the aid of Coke
Learn to smoke and then quit
Rewrite this poem with fewer vowels
Refuse all help
I meant to say I don’t like the way you looked at me
just then, your eyes both desirous and fatherly,
you hands angled at your sides like guns.
I meant, where did all the Spanish in your hips go?
It’s been three weeks since you tried to sneak into my asshole.
I meant to say I changed my mind, I like oranges after all.
Can we start feeding again? I meant,
where is the vampire in you? I don’t ask for much.
Take humor, for example, I am happy with dick jokes and slurs.
I meant to say maybe it’s not possible to lust and love
like Geryon and Herakles, or it’s possible, but only in Cambodia.
This is the problem with living among strip malls.
This is the problem with neurotics and quiet, Swedish furniture.
Just give me the screwdriver, and I’ll fix it.