jabber

react
in tact
you are
and I usually am not.

i follow and
slide off sills
and cascade from
curtains
onto fake hard
wood floors
and reverberate
and demand
ruined subscriptions
and thrown away
prescriptions

i get the dry mouth
when you're not around
i get the high horse
when i fall to the ground
i get the shakes, the shakes, the shakes
i get the shakes, the shakes, the shakes

i like the taste
of the case
of tortured souls
i keep in my kitchen
near the sink
and i think
it'll keep me young