Joseph Goosey
Trying to Examine What's Inside of a Building

I had four people,
one for each limb, carrying me
out of the pink house.

They kept telling me
that back home
near the water there was
somebody I was attracted to.

I didn’t know
who they were talking about
or what language they spat or the way
back in.

I wanted to be rubbed on
in very innovative fashions.

I wanted to paint dark circles in the afternoon.

I wanted fries and understanding.

The four people tossed me onto the grass
and I tried to tackle them
but couldn’t stand or run or breathe.

In the morning I was lathered in grease.

What seemed delicious was only raw cement.

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