today I have the laziness that grows out of fear
dominating me like an alien being that slipped inside my body
in some sexy cinematic way. a parasite cop seduction like “Hello.”

can’t you see the way I handle stolen sunflowers in bed
and stay too long in the Underworld of the refrigerator?
I start to live between two languages, and both hunt me

and want to kill me for not living forever in their cult cells
like a plant on a windowsill in the city of eternally forgotten phone numbers.
I enter and feel a reverence. I, a fox, explode into a cloud of pronouns