Oysters 2
Oysters 2
A family
order placed and delivered in tone with
my greetings well, you’re just a little shit aren’t you
eye level among you, distracted when you
distracted when I twist and turn, my back was resting
to you, two talking to slurping without sharp chins
up, slurp,
and I stared
together then, weren't you tact
You taught the working definition of uncouth. You distancing me, like new
I’d never swallowed faster salt before. My unfamiliar
one night, earning from me, and my bitter tongue
numb. Renews answering too politely to family. You two did not care to notice, and I tried,
open-mouthed, every option on
my careful body. My language and posture is a performed polite, my family says political, I
above all, I’m clear.
“What is there to be interested in?”
Out of your mind, and our backlog
in Essentialism, my back touching the table frame. My tongue
anticipates you. A glow in my throat, too,
to first slurp with you here in this
thinking all this time to experience
No not this story. Two
chins up, crushing my salt
I’m craving my reach
and limits, the taught taut hold, your trails, y’all
two. Texans shooting together to taste
my closing throat down, your intimacy clear
at nights in cranes whipping quick for crowns
You prepared me,
And I’ll shoot like you say, and faster.
I swallow more salt than you know
before I taste everything televising bitter mess
to say I’ll go up north, in reality the weight is too strong
they are, and there I am
sweet with me still now, pulling
at my shells now I know why I fell in motion
to prying, and I’m not prideful of me then
on your crisp sheets of Tomoe River paper holding you
and yours, still now
When I sank into the black clouds
And to embody happy now!
I’m crushing life in my mouth!
Oysters 2 was written in drafts in 2017-2018, early draft self-published January 2019 on my tinyletter?, and revised in Spring 2022.