The Cell.

i imagine the cup she drank from

covered with red lipstick,

the smell of summer,

a damsel in soft dresses,

worn with the color, broken.

i imagine little birds,

parading in the tree tops,

better worlds than this one,

leaves that make

impermeable nest,

like the womb of a beast.

i imagine, soaked in glass,

heavy mold and smoke,

collecting at the bottom

of my unconscious,

the well filled

to the brim with

metallic clouds.

How is there no I in you,

when i speak to the shallow air,

words

that become every part

of the entire cell,

cascade.

i imagine the ego,

filtered through water,

unstoppable mass,

glowing like urgency,

split electrical wire,

crackling.

Do I make sense now?

with the tongue that

slowly dissolves,

the wet membrane

of a pumping heart.