chelsea morning

and the first thing that I heard

i hear joni mitchell singing this lyric over and over and over in my head

I’d like to feel butterscotch sunshine pour through a window

on a swing in a park

but that feels more free

the honest feeling is the dream of me

in the red chevy pickup truck

and riding back to pensacola down the long road

and the truck dismantles

gravity is shifting towards the sky

I’m pulled past planets

while i hold onto the steering wheel

instinctively release

the galleria mellonella

nestles around my wrist

towards a honey dew moon

it’s saliva left behind

saliva that houses

three gods

and speaks

deteriorates

communication