This is natural
as good as the gap between keys
my gut feels full of bricks again
like brimming with things not to say
Instead, I dream
of stuffing dead fish with lychee nuts
the entrails snaked along a subway platform
we are two women sloshing fingers--
not to forget our nails--
"The f-train is coming!"
all this in honor of friendship, I will suppose.
Isn't stomach material so different
than the lizard skin
of these fruit; We pinch through
Con sus cascaras rosas y brillante
(too beautiful for mine)
these are more real to me than
you are real, now.
I wish I had squeezed
the fish carcasses to my chest
watching their rubbery eyes bulge.
And in fistfulls
pealed,
grape-ish and translucent
all of it in disguise, and then
I become digusting
over you
anyway.