I have twelve kittens sitting around me,
howling newborns, slimy
they color black and white pictures in their minds
I like to think
with my hands ten fingers ten toes twelve
around me coloring the Truth dark green
I like sitting around
The sleet passes through the eyelids causing inflammation
When I go out I climb the stairs to a Library to the side of a Library
screaming newborns, from saliva
to pick up a Christmas Tree from a Reception, but not in summer
to ask in which book was that one sentence on the cover a dark green Circle
I read it that one summer on a Motorboat
I would have been better without
We were twelve years old that summer
except for my brother, he was ten
that summer when my brother hid under a bench, our friend told us about Lip Gloss
the stinking
I sit bad-tempered but moderately energetic not in a Barn
or a Kitchen, not an Observation Tower,
except in dreams I mumble words
not Sheets nor Pitfall nor Swimming Pool (the track for fast swimmers) on Concrete
I only use fishkicks
I sit eating cuticles the inside of my cheek the soles of my feet and other dryish things
I shit
My armpits are stuck in a hole I cut yesterday
paper scissors on an envelope for the fall and Father’s Day
Twelve mutts barking around me that summer
to get away with everything