I snuggle in bed with your resignation
the walking FBI offers a reason to feel sixty more
I look at my blackberry bill I am on a salary
your resignation allows my resignation I am a cell
my cell has walking dogs becomes 3 cells more in one note
your church’s soft-skinned note is not burning
it swallows repetition for a rude aworkening
but the entire lipstick is a note full of burned necks
lots from stretched cars which go down lost
this note scaled down by FBI museums and birds looks at
my blackberry from a still life with two gold oranges and at
a still life with two oranges forcing me
on a scale of one to green resignation
