MADE FOR YOU AND ME 2: hive Being (Stanzas 2017—part 26)
Let's workshop this stanza sequence about tranquilizing African predators so as to fondle them in safety, anorexia making one more susceptible to rape, altar-boy grooming, fear of letting go of grief
at least she did not feel nothing about “feeling nothing” giving yourself over to decay loving each stage of a loved-one’s life: from the ones witnessed to the ones only imagined and yet to come touching the tyrant’s casket face cautiously in fear that he might release one final bolt of spite what buzzes in our heads, mostly clichés, already color the canvas before we take up the implement tranquilizing the wild lion to be with it up close alive (instead of when the nose hardens and the ears go stiff): hugging it and touching its nose, fingering its nostril, glucking its cheek with pinched fingers, biting its chin feeling invincible too young anorexia culminating in rape grooming the altar-boy and his family to overlook what is to come hoping to duck responsibility for wanting sex, teen girls lure boyfriends to put on the pressure the rich buying a simulacrum of fame fear that letting go of grief would amount to letting go of that someone looking into the urn at last spit baths finding progressions in mere lists when none of the facts so integral to who you are can be reached absenting oneself from a situation by fainting sitting on a wood fence for hours in hope that a new face will show itself to talk failures loom larger in places where little else is around pinching the tongue of one seizuring in protest of the involuntary inevitable, he lodged himself in material clutter so much that loved ones felt it only right to stuff some of it—his favorites—in the coffin at his side the flood displacement would have been a glorified camping vacation had he not learned of her betrayal importunate attempts to prove to him that he is a victim seems more about attempting to make him suffer like you feigning knowledge of facts mentioned in an offhand tone as if you knew them already that he was manipulative was clear in that he could handle any problem with poise (broken bone, car crash, job loss, death of a loved one) unless, however, a loved one was there to witness his handling
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 2017 portion of that five-part work.