[‘A state of trance brought about by one’s own efforts; self-hypnosis.’]
all the postcards i never sent
all those Vikings i never met
all the summers i never spent
fucking and tanning like all the rest
so many times i didn’t go west
all of the people i never kissed
all of the people i never liked best
all of these postcards i never passed on
all these flamingos not on my lawn
all those summers stretched too long
all the times i just stared at the fawn
didn’t kill it or chase through the dawn
not enough time for my iTunes songs
all these postcards i never seen
all these teapots i never clean
dusty shelf life waiting to scream
all those pecs i never smothered beneath
so much skin never put in my teeth
all this sleep but i forget all those dreams
all this stitching! tearing at the seams!
all these postcards but i still don’t know any-
one. all the trees and i can’t figure out the se-
cret. all this growth but at the end of the day! i can’t see!
at the end of the day! it all escapes me!
scream it with me, teapots! flamingos, lose those beaks!
at the end of the day! the zoo escapes its kiddies!
kiddies escape fingers! which escape sticky!
it all escapes me! all those postcards! nothing!