Ben Doller

[new order]

I’m in ecstasy; my order has shipped;

an instant later my doorstep’s ablaze

with whatever it was I wanted when

reminded it was good to want; take all

you can get out of this final epoch;

my method lately to stack ununboxed

forevermore; the receipt tenderly

placed in a folder named “things i own”;

today I’ve entombed myself with proper stuff;

itch-creams; a respirator; wholesome nuts;

a book regarding where it all went wrong

and how not to sweat it; poetry aids;

granola bars with chia seeds; batteries;

it’s hard to fake this utter lack of knowledge

[pillow]

the side effects pass; insomnia to death;

this isn’t so much of a moment is it;

is that music; it sounds like punching sand;

the seeds scorch when they leave the sowing hand;

I’ve fallen and I can’t get up; I’m up;

I can’t believe they still call it weather;

I can’t believe they still call it gender;

it lacks the efficiency of simple plunder;

even when sleeping I’m a little carsick;

look at this pillow; this dented fender;

escape yourselves by going in; deep guts;

wet pumps; invisible pushing me around;

it pulls you back; it was a lovely rest

but now it’s over; really it’s quite over