stepping
my foot in,
out in stores now
their
parts glowing red together—
in a vehicle of sort, ineffectual,
pulling over on the shoulder
&
relishing that belief to be
feeling
her belly
(the
one who prays “it's not greed” founded
on those desires) they
all
come out grabbing her belly
to work w/ the planet like some
w/ a
continual (warm) feeling—
the
night was deep w/ which
they sat up all night playing in it
w/ out
being an asshole like
“look
at this cute look on my face”
