how hangover

where my love
where the sense of
incessant embrace
a brasserie

ubiquity's the new in-joke

i don't think
i understand
your tree language

in the dream
a poem related
to by anyone

-the pronouns open
fantastical imaginatory
play place

i want to eat your brains, i don't want to eat anything
taste anyone
right now

oh god

last night i wanted
closeness closeness
just that sense of love
and let's be friends

now i want sleep i want to slip
somewhere separate

which will come to pass as well