Several Obstacles

Everything must fit into a square
A square can fit into a triangle and when you
connect the dots the lines form a jail and the
Forms fall apart 

It is Sunday now and I think it’s safe to turn on the TV
Maybe you should read a little more
learn something that will impress people
Or stop scaring them with that stupid look 

My heart is pounding and I don’t think it is the wine
or the pasta
“Can you recall the last time you ate fennel?”
You are having a reaction, a side effect 

Touch your tongue. Is it large?
Will it swell and fill your mouth?
Can you breathe? 

The scene is distorted like a formless shape in the distance is approaching rapidly
a spaceship breaking the speed of sound
And then the crash again
like a wall of cinder blocks
falling 

You know it could be your orange
Remember she said it could grow to the size of a real baby
with hair and teeth and nails
you could call it something
Sara maybe. Something benign 

You are half crazy
the other half is completely likable
as long as you get that horrible look off of your face 

I think this is normal
No it’s not
It’s just how you are
And it isn’t good 

Is this serious because he is reaching
so slowly into his mouth like a memory sequence from a blockbuster film
There is a lot of blood and I am holding the blood now
he needs my help
but I am useless, I am already passed out on the floor 

Why don’t you say something interesting now
The people want to hear it
about the time when you thought the police helicopter was chasing you
    White everywhere
The snow made the shapes appear as if a giant white God-sized sheet covered
it all - the street, the buildings, the space-aged cars
all of them aliens, amorphous globs
I stayed in bed for days 

Were you lonely at this time?
Yes I was lonely