Ars Poetica

My tongue on your neck, familiar taste of salt.
 
Just googled how to say a prayer
 
After a long day I texted my mother: I am awaiting death.
                        Her: Ok. I am awaiting death too and am a lot closer.
 
Just googled how to perform a séance
 
Apparently, an Australian kiss is like a French kiss but down under.
 
You make an animal of me. Something untamed.
 
Killed a cockroach with the flyswatter
                        and now there’s exoskeleton everywhere.
 
Just googled how to become a Canadian citizen
 
Just learned that the Kelloggs invented Corn Flakes as an anaphrodisiac,
                        wanting to make a cereal boring enough to curb masturbation.
 
Don’t we all deserve a little pleasure we can’t exhaust?
 
I want to ask God for forgiveness.
 
Dreamed again last night of my arm catching on the barbed wire,
                        the shock of pain, the blood pebbling…
 
No one ever taught me how to pray.
 
Today we watched the sky fill with smoke,
                        the brushfire spreading along the highway.
  
Someone just messaged me, So when will I have a piece of you
 
They say God built Eve’s body around Adam’s rib.
 
There’s a snake on this trail and now I’m going to die.
 
Just googled brown snake with white diamonds on its back
 
Just googled is it venomous
 
Just googled if you hit one with a stick will its family come after you
 
Just googled signs I’m having an aneurysm
 
Once, my nose bled so much eagles started circling overhead.
 
Strange, the idea that swallowing the dead sustains life. 
 
If only there were a way to undo death,
                        ​describe the taste of ash on the tongue.