aloe

​

​

how can i

ask you

to max me

out in a way

 

that’s edgy?

the favor

being both a kind

 

of “fuck you”

​

and a “you complete

 

me baby”

at best

how to be

​

your new

 

translucent

 

heaven

given my

low gleam

in this eternal

 

rhinestone

​

aptitude

of the white

 

imagination

sorry

i lose

and make the money

 

spend the money

 

become

the money

all so

you’ll keep me

in your pocket

like aloe-infused

 

kleenex

like cash cash cash

 

in this emergent

 

corporate utopia

 

everything shines

 

green

​

like that

even the mornings

 

reek of lime

even the shitty cacti

 

reverberate

 

emerald

no recourse

 

non-financial

 

non-carbonated

 

non-clean

lately

we discuss

capital

in the act

of fictive

ascension

incanting

the ungettable

 

these days

has anyway

​

become

 

my vague

 

little brand

 

of heaven