is there a such thing as a knee coma?

i fear someone hit snooze on my joints?

(there is a such thing as kidney ache.)

what’s the cure for technology?

maybe an undisclosed beach where the waves cry into my asterisk palms?

or regression?

how about a city cure?

could i place sunflowers on my eyelids in a field where the roots sprout from the soil & believe desire is a contact sport so they coil around my ankles?

would i need an operation?

is it separation that pastes pain into the body?

i mean, if the cure for a clogged artery is blowing a balloon into a patient’s veins then joy is a cure, right?

—but i have a fear of clowns & children’s birthday parties & children.

whose sadness am i eating?

haven’t i already ingested what was on my plate? (the hunger in my knees looks like a curtsey from a distance.)

i can’t stop getting older?

lately, i’ve been feeling devious:

saying hello to strangers, singing in school hallways, being nice to men, how do i cure kindness?

is solipsism the answer? (seems too easy.)

should i make a doctor’s appointment

or wait for my feelings to completely erode? (please don’t tell me eating animals has filled me with death.)

(i’m so full of vegetation, & guilt.)

(a sparrow builds a nest on my fire escape & inhabits my world with penetrable black eyes.) if it is the birds that are going extinct then why are all the men whistling?

(i press a finger into my chest. feel for the tenderness i carry.)

the world won’t adopt me as a lover? i’m not coping well?

is it considered codependence if it’s— the world?