there is an itch along my spine, and so i itch it.
there is another at my left shoulder,
then my bicep, then one more
at my right hand.
i itch them all.
i need a shower.
there is an itch behind
the bones that make my chest, a cruel ennui.
termites eat the flooring of this house.
and so i take what i don’t need
and throw it out.
hanging heavy: grip
and twist and tear them out. that’s what
i’ve done. and so i haunt the house of novelty
like a voracious unfrightened ghost.
and so i reach a hand in-
side and scratch
termites out. i can tell
i need some vicious cleansing:
something fresh and unfamiliar, ravish me
with your awful charm! unsettle me! strike a match and
spit your gasoline! throw it to
set this house on fire, something-new, and i’ll construct
another, made of you.