i.
I mistook your name for softness

but you punctured that
impressionist landscape,
tearing through the lamb's ear garden with
contusions, and left
the calcium of your animals
in me.

ii.
plums;
we went to the store for icecream
and came back with plums.
We marveled their purplish skin,
we dropped them on our feet and
cleaned the vodka off the counter;
and we
held those bruised fruits to our arms and
watched them skew
their bubonic plague
and were painted
puce, yellow, and
blue.

iii.
there was
a girl in the bathroom
who puked herself up
a midget queen.

but she let our her fan fair
let her fox shirts fly
and provoked a violet
to keen

iv.
"potatoes"

would you love me if
my nethers tasted of vodka?

iii.
sex and fruit.
this i can
easily understand

but i must ask---
do ask---
why must every excitement
involve alcohol?