ouroboros can have a little ouroboros, as a treat
moving keeps your life lean
every time I zipped myself into two suitcases,
I’d find something else unworthy of the space
like shedding skin, a new molt every four months,
fresh, fresh, fresh.
moving keeps you hungry
some exquisite trinket, given once only
would make my heart leap, can I bring her home?
but I was barely strong enough to hold onto my skin,
feared the effort in shaping a womb
only to tear it apart again and again
when you treat yourself
like you’ve earned very little,
it becomes quite easy to believe
scarcity is religion with a needless tithe
of resources of comfort of beauty of love
i have tired of serpentine days
last week I bought two beautiful chairs
that will absolutely not fit in any suitcase of mine
now you sit with me, and sip hot tea,
and I find it very easy to stay