I called to say we have two lives
and only one of them is real
– Camille Rankine
Ever talk to someone
and as you converse,
you see a doubling?
Two things are happening at once.
Reality is the engine of fantasy.
The person’s face is
doubled over itself holding
a wedding ring and slipping it
over my ring finger?
This has happened to me
I am now filled with the desire
to complete this action.
I want the doubling action
and to marry this person?
I’m everything I once stood against.
A Hallmark card.
And he is now miles and miles
away with no idea
he exists in this second reality?
The peony has bloomed.
I read somewhere
that one of the five keys to happiness
is the ability to get over shit.
I’m thinking about that actor
who revealed a crush on Sofia Vergara
in an interview for People Magazine
and now they’re married
constantly giving each other head.
The peony hangs heavier.
The weight pulls itself down.
Miss Piggy uses her whole body as a weapon when she has to.
What did I ever do?
Peonies look like paintings but smell like fucking funerals.