service documents

the arc of this crush moving glacial
like the stages of acceptance
last night just another fun one that
turned serious on a dime
when I got near you and felt
the impact of my every word and tick
making impressions in a
long-forsaken lump of clay
I have documented each moment
my urge to know you spun out
of control and I want
so much to gift them to you, but why the fuck?
there was one where
your ass was a mushroom cloud: my salvation
and my hex
in another I saw you
on a gallery wall: a portrait
by one of the masters,
an angel prostrate and puking
these funny little
messages to myself
or to my partner to
let her know I am going mad
inside myself for a fantasy
but it’s alright, we can sit tight,
together as ever, and she fucking gets it,
so allow me to serve you
these documents
and any other favors you require
(no substitute service mailing will
be necessary all statutes having
been satisfied in calm
conversation between two best
friends, both guarded in our own ways, like you)