OVERTHINK

(Day 1 of 30 Days 30 Poems for NaNoWriMo)

this is gonna hurt.

my mouth
is
spitting out bullets
like sunseeds

into your
false teeth
shaking
like baby aspen

and in the
midst
of this
intercourse
we find that
there was nothing
buried beneath our
bonfire

and so i sleep
on pills
and dreams
of reeling fitness tapes
and the skeleton key
to a family house

and elephants on
balls
and monkeys in
rings
keep spinning around
the circus
but guess what
we tried
like hell
and now
we know
what we suspected
we knew
all along

that we’d both come out banged up
and maybe better off