MADE FOR YOU AND ME 1: hive Being (Stanzas 2016—part 7)

Let's workshop this stanza sequence, which includes giving in to temptation during an exorcism, human-dolphin consensual sex, the attraction of conspiracy thinking, crushing on your bully, and more!

windows covered with quilts

over-shoulder glances, sly both ways, 
before obliging the tween demon
who cackles “Fuck me” on her bed

to escape being cornered in a debate, all you need to do now
(provided you have the “right” optics) is to tear up over how 
unsafe your opponent’s transphobia or racism makes you feel 

without request or eye-contact,
raising one’s feet in the air
to make way for the vacuum

lowering the critical-thinking bar,
such that the merely possible becomes
the probable, invites angels and ETs

incestuous siblings

air-drying after a shower

candles pocketed from wakes

a personality more than a person

personalities magnetic for our paranoia 

menstrual pads for bleeding hemorrhoids

a bumblebee bothering airplane passengers

a time to be ruthless and a time to be munificent

let down to find that actual pussy is not high-def bald

ingesting anything so that you do not feel how you feel now

thinking the experience to have been your own when it was not

skateboarders and snow-shovelers versus outcrops in the smooth

uncomfortable around her family from what she revealed after a fight

looking back and forth, from the object
to the face of the seer, trying 
to intersect the thread of wonder

“Such things happen to those people”—
a phrase spoken, prayed, across history
in denial of their happening to us 

sleeping through a religious fast is really devout 

longing now to do what was 
too bothersome to do 
when loved ones were still here

just a new and quick bang becomes 
someone to confide in through the struggle
of having cheated on your spouse

too crushed by nostalgia—
impermanence, in general—
to listen to music

debt collectors contacting ex-lovers

the holy land is kept exotic enough
to deepen faith, but not so much to be
callous to pampered needs (like Doritos)

with all the violence against gays, where 
were our Purple Panthers, armed in patrol
especially of hotbed neighborhoods?

the dolphin jumped his pen for her erect 
and after (joint) climax nuzzled its nose 
into her armpit—but still he was raped?

if someone is always listening to you, 
watching you (even plotting against you),
then at least you matter, someone cares

the creaking of the harbor buoy

laughing, but with no malice, 
when the mentally disabled 
do something—well, retarded 

disorienting the door solicitor
with an inhuman refusal ever to take
the clipboard held out with a long arm

struck to find the bully’s face
most handsome, most bewitching,
when he teased, spit, punched

songs making you nostalgic for when
you would listen to them foreseeing 
times they would bring on nostalgia

some lies are so convincing that, even
after their exposure as lies, our judgement
is questioned for not having believed them

the influence of bad looks on entering a life of crime

This is a portion of an ongoing mosaic poem called Made for You and Me. This portion is from the first installment: hive Being (Stanzas 2016-2020). More specifically, it is from the 2016 portion of that five-part work.

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