Hee Haw, I’m A Big Gay Donkey
Rumble on the subgrade: We’re climbing the backroads up the hill. Your neck smells like dirt. We stop, I touch your elbow and we make out on the hillside with the wind in trees signaling material security for everyone in sight. Your family is Accepting. I like the stink of people. I like your greases and to smear them on my face. To sleep with my face beside your socks.
When the matriarch snaps Their voice over everyone in the basement and raises Their red shoulders. / When outside the snow smells like potential homelessness while inside your trailer you take a selfie. When you watch the matriarch on youtube and the wind is a barricade. / When the matriarch rules the commune in the sky. Technological songstress. When the voice swells and spits out of speakers in a basement full of warm secure bodies.
They were born inside, or were privileged to permeate, the multiple membranes the eidolons live in. They want to be shimmering particles of the city. Everyone deserves for the membranes to split like plastic and spill everything safe into everything vulnerable. We deserve to eat more mud than can fill our organs.
This is where my Social Conditions have brought me and I’m doing what I’m supposed to do. Everything is global (N.B.: metaphors for entire worlds). Some people just want to sleep. I know. Two summers ago a man stopped by my house on the drive home from the factory where he worked and left the taste of truffle oil in my mouth. I will die in my particularity.
You were the depression I left in woodshavings. You got saturated with my sweat, you got a carapace of salts. / I’m addressing your image inside my ideas. Your ear soaks the pillow with heat. Skim time off my body like cream. I owe more of myself than I’ll ever pay. How Dare I let someone’s ghost contaminate me like this when the world has teemed with atrocities. / I smoked my one-hitter in you and forgot you were there. I did innocent acts with impunity. I was lucky.
Enigmatic. Resilient. Forever seeking to increase his pizzazz. Request to follow Jacob Brooks on Twitter @skinandimpulses or email jacobscottbrooks@gmail.com.
