harps mcclean. neruda at a frat party

Neruda at a frat party

you ask where the restroom is 
& i start to weep
steam coming from my shadow as you walk away

has light always stumbled
pursed & 
curled like a pork rind
when you walk into a room?

will my teeth crumble like peppercorns
if our eyes scissor or i  try to speak?

i forgive you--you did not tie these knots
you do not know
the smell of a melting 
suspension of disbelief  
burning like water  
or beauty making promises 
this world can't notary  

blood rushes to my tongue
barley        hops & malt 
replace constellations

i name this new compost of stars "you"

i go to the window & stare up
‘til it's time
to take my swollen tongue 
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