Yes, I do have final portfolios and essays due. And yes, it appropriately sucks. Luckily (hahaha) I'm so high-strung that I pull jittery all-nighters regardless of my homework. What's important is that today's the first time I left the apartment since Friday. I even put on socks and sneakers. I am happy. I am like the hooker Cabiria. I am so far deep into prose poems I can't think about cereal. I find journal entries with pictures quite fun.
Here's an offensive poem. I hope you are sufficiently uncomfortable:
The Sign of the Goat
I saw myself lying spread-eagle on a slab of whale blubber : Egg-cream
custard dripping down my thighs : I saw myself wearing a necklace
of cow hearts : The inflated ventricular membranes exploding
one by one I saw myself in pig-skin & rhinestone helmet : Pulling
the stitching out of my chest to reveal : a veil of red
rubber tubes : I saw myself wearing stilettos of meat
& laughing : I saw myself dressed in pink-eye & tumors : Modeling
the latest vivisection device : I saw myself loading a gun &
aiming it at my dirty dirty species : I saw myself lying on a gurney
surrounded by deer in white jackets :
My spine being pulled out my asshole : like a string of diamonds
Lara Glenum