i.e. everyone’s unhappy about how literal
their body is i.e. the sticky realization
you need to literally move yourself
somewhere to be there, the vague
urgent feeling that we should be past that
by now and even if we aren’t, that doing so
should cost less money i.e. your potions
halved and bared, toothbrush fuzzing
in the dark, shirts furrowing with a glee
that verges on vindictive i.e. your body
is one degree above this duffel bag, that hello
kitty hardshell some kid is slogging
into every passing pillar i.e. at TSA
the rubber skin of empire tightens more
selectedly than randomly, hands hands
hands hands but then: welcome! fishbowl
of unparticular malaise. like everywhere.