Little Hooks

little hooks

sink little hooks in me
and pull me in different directions

if i find myself under a full moon
in a desert
with one cactus
and a coyote
i will be the cow skull

if i find myself in the fog
on a dirty Paris morning
with fast walking people and pigeons on the brass statues
i will be the revolving door

there is practically nothing keeping me tied
to the earth now
the stars shudder and i dance
with little strings of starlight tied to my fingers
i am tying the knots tighter and tighter and tighter and tighter and tighter.

the bottle of Garnier Fructis shampoo
that you left in the bathroom
reminds me with a certain sadness
that i am not a ghost
try to pass through me,
its not gonna happen
still, when i enter a room it gets a tiny bit colder
soon i will bring the fury of an upstate new york winter
wherever i go

pulling on the loose ends, one by one, tying the knots
tighter and tighter and tighter and tighter and tighter.

✱

12/2/12