I WILL ACCEPT YOUR COOKIES IF YOU WILL 

show me my hole  

the one I need to fill 

with effortless 

versatility 

a little bit 

of edge  

debris 

is now a feeling  

I feel 

thanks

to your free

economy

my body

has taken to this

wandering 

through my hair’s  

all-day comfort  

and having nothing 

left to work  

but my hands 

I wish I could use them  

to tell you  

the cumulative impact 

of my wearable 

hunger 

it must be something like  

the shriveling 

blonde 

landscape  

in California  

in September 

I drove 

like an arrow through it  

and it was  

straight fire  

actual burning  

not a metaphor for 

what I saw 

was rose glow  

a sort 

of middle distance 

where the sky 

recalled the ground  

where the ground touched  

the blue

felt of memory  

it made me sad  

in my dreams  

to be so deceitful 

snaking my big 

body around these  

best-selling sensations  

I’m so sick of being asked  

to taste  

the perfect shade  

of being  

and being  

so very full of water  

and unoriginality  

you might say  

I always hoped for— 

could even be 

making an attempt—  

to hold something 

more substantial  

in 2-3 business days 

I will try hard 

to touch my heart 

center 

saw off my skin’s 

pearlescent buttons  

with metal teeth  

in the woodshed  

I think I can persist  

until then  

writhing out of 

a streaming service’s 

plaintive music  

and maintaining  

financial solvency  

by lying 

completely still 

in my corpse’s 

ultracozy outline 

the greedy belly 

of the sun 

drawing in on 

my legs 

it is sweet 

sweet  

enclosure

Stevie Belchak