Love sonnet

You wake up trimming
the ends of stems. In the dream

you don't have a choice.  You're crushed.
A pepper. The tongue of a lion.

The men on campus
holding guns were different

from the men saying Spit
in the cup.  /The bird-lion hybrids

/Their suction-cup beaks.

This nail polish reminds me
of a

nother nail polish
I owned.                 I want       to fuck u.  
I want                      to fuck all of u.