Here you go, swallowing lamps
and crustacean shells and day
old rice. Could reach out and drag
my finger over boa constrictor city
line, point out crooked skin
bump named shard of glass and crab pincer.
Found the lightbulbs! Too full
for sex. Keep waiting to call
the emergency line—you said
it’d be a long wait. Late night
fridge romp and it’s worse
than the mia girls. Tupperware
with cabbage and half bricks
of cement and that Polaroid we
took roadtripping. Slip that
into my pocket.
You mouth-breather, you indecent snorer.
A bulb still on at the back
of your throat with that awful
tunnel glow, and curse me for
diving in! Thought to land in bile,
but it was a front porch and
the door was ajar. Fully furnished,
you know? You know.
Has an attic for a telescope. Has
a tiny magnetic frame for the fridge,
so the Polaroid fit right in.
French comic Michel Lotito, more famously known as Monsieur Mangetout, consumed an entire Cessna 150 airplane within two years. He claimed no digestive side-effects.
