more poetry (overdue)
the janitor’s closet:
thaaat
might have been a dirtyf#*k
rearranging brooms and boxes
feng shui for the best interface
the most obtuse angles
and lines
done off an iPhone
a cup of ice and a makeshift blindfold
rough. safe?
close no clothes
unplucked under the flourescents
shadows cast cellulite
the aroma of banana
it was funny, keys jingling in the hallway
hold your breath
turn out the lights
shh
naught cot
but that sort of killed it
you said call me when you need to see me
doctor
open for business
he thanks you to come again
insides feeling great about her outsides
no, really
see you later.
