I Talk About Cheese So Much In This

I want to enter a different dimension in the fourth room above our garage,     a mouse frequents here. mouse contemplates universe while pausing where a bed might go one day       with nice thread count sheets MOMWILLWASHTHEM once a week,

mother cuts environmental losses while elbow deep in recycled egg cartons,             nail polish chipping,         chipped eggshells, chipper birds and eggy sunshine ! ,            walk on eggshells so as to not crack them, do not mention the tuna fish and egg casserole mother positively still weeps over it, 

water hemorrhaging out of our machines       mom washes over everything in the house, household waterfalls, too much water but New Yorker assures me that we aren’t the problem, 

glub glub goes the fish I don’t have but wish I had right now.      would name Viago if had.         my dog ignores me again and licks his butthole right on my lap rude? does he experience pleasure, Google, I’m asking Google now, can dogs experience pleasure, and my government agent writes bestiality on my file but my god I could never          I like to imagine my government agent is named Carl and eats cherry pecan scones     and often

Hear hear the flowers coming, may coming, April fading curling        firesmoke smoke upwards my dad tends to the flames while I watch on cool stones he says “LoveofMyLifeMyFirstBornChild”     always in one breath,       he will smoke a cigar at midnight I just know it. He’s reading another book about a war is why I know.

do you think the cheese has ripened in our fridge, just kidding—being vegan with no personal stake.    Nor steak .

One May morning bears walk across my path      and They Say youknowwhat about ravens      but what about the bears baby bears I like them but do not touch    no omens for baby bears,  sorry.

Quick rules to survive if you are a girl: do not touch.
Long rules to survive if you are a girl:
Do not touch a candle,
Do not touch things are too hot,
Do not touch things that can touch your heart but don’t have stake in your heart (UNLESS YOU ARE A VAMPIRE GIRL BEWARE OF SOMEONE WITH STAKE IN YOUR HEART),
Do not touch things when its brain isn’t in its head,
Do not listen to websites that tell you not to consume sugar after nine o’clock at night.
(you must LEARN and then relearnrelearnrelearn),

 The mouse in the fourth room has been thinking about the cosmos and its place in the cosmos.

 Just kidding the mouse thinks about cheese. 
The moon, looks like cheese,
In the sky, if you please.

 DO MICE FEEL PLEASURE? GOOGLE GOOGLE.

 I’d kiss a person in the fourth room I’m Just A Romantic Like That Thinking About Kissing Made Up People To Touch up here nice windows looking out to the mountain my eyes like ballerina’s arms pointed towards the blue ridges and the afternoon bear shadow crossing the leaves the sensation of the reach to be clear WOULD NOT KISS the fourth room mouse because NO

saying no bestiality makes it sound like considered it once     NO unless you think my ex is a beast, do not tell ex cheese man , blew cheese man Or tell him.      Freedom to say in writing, indulgently, like devouring a literary cheesecake whole: I DO NOT LIKE YOU EX BOY MAN YOU MADE ME BLUE.
(he was a beast because when I proposed
That we break up five different times he said no  his eyes going wild)((boys you’ve made me blue)) (((touching memories))) ((((and all of them blue))))

I wonder if Dogs think Humans do not have pleasure.
I wonder if mice touch things that are too hot but remain okay.

Poor my dear fingers I burn them more often when full moon looks like cheese and glows silver and smooth cue sensation of santana’s guitar crying mariamaria cue a young woman’s dress in a pinkish Spanish garden some past dimension ago flowing white cue my mother at a ballet reaching back to the ballerina reaching out towards her and then blushing cheek fire

when do ballerinas get to put their arms down. I’m tired of reaching and of the blueness of afternoons especially around the 3 o’clocks. 

most finger burns in Sagittarius season mygod     i am such the sag at least it’s May

absorb the candle girl. Feel that goodgood burn, opulent, rotate shoulders in fine posture, hips aligned,
open chest open your chest up Nancy let your heart assassinate the evil letyourheartmakeyouskinny     Nancy better alignment did not read rules did not read rules
gut in 
or it gets punched in
head UP cheese DOWN  
STEVEN MY GOD WHERE IS THE WINE IT’S 8:58PM DRINK FAST.

- Anna Mangum