Freesia McKee

after Bernadette Mayer


In my pot roast dreams I am always with Aquarius
Spent last night asking my best friend to leave
her man The girls next door can’t tell
one dyke from another My desire to leave
Milwaukee said We’re moving slowly
They didn’t see our welcome sign afraid of bees
Today she dug woodchips and left the punk
car Horribly I never knew why it took so long to leave
left fighting honestly I yoked up heavy with
a certain kind of loneliness They’re filming
a movie here I guess we’re acting She said
Take all the books you want and let me leave
When I’m not with you just you your hands your hair
To think on all the timing makes me laugh The same
vast neighbors walk the other street You drove me swift
We south we south we merry

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