Blue, I’ve got you grounded.
One clap for anarchy & your power grid,
three more times if the first succeeded.
My knuckles are pink from nickels you slid
across the table; my mouth is tired of trying
to figure out why. Blue, I’ve got you.
Shut the door, peel off the label. Scream a little:
bitches, all of em. Stop now. Stop
three more times if the first succeeded.
Let’s spend all day looking for that museumed squid.
Leave me at the bottom
of the moving staircase. Blue, you walked away
with your smallest spine.
Tonight I stole a can of Pepsi. I’m sorry. I’m sorry
three more times if the first succeeded.
Let’s not confuse contact with theory.
Let’s not pretend we’re human.
Blue, I’ve got you grounded.
I’ve got you three more times if the first succeeded.
-- Katie Thompson
