The Trembling Comes First

morning spawn on the infinite lawn of all grace
purged of adderall with all the moxy of a post-it note
chumming the waters of yesterday’s rumor
with a box lunch for parasites
that look exactly like dreams
doing the impossible
with your face

like you were there.

to make these moves… the trembling comes first
and then the oblivion of your choice, buttercup lumpy
in the pillage of your once tranquil disassembly.
now a radiant gloaming, thwarted by internal gods
clutching at your love
for the blood it brings
to the party.

and just

Because.