In my bikini it’s all I do all day. Seek
the source of the siren I hear
till paralyzed when you go-go dance
or practice rocket-tennis with the erectile
launcher. In that regard, I am a lifeguard
other men can’t understand. I look around
to find out if they hear it too
but every man is already in his invisi-suit
ready for the sun to split into sixths.
Every man is running around making breath-
stroke gestures in his invisi-suit.
I’m alone with the sound either way,
and more slouchy the further I walk.
Tracing your movements in the grove is the only thing
that doesn’t bore me, which is why I swim
so poorly. I had a dream your mouth
opened & the noise got thicker
there were baby antennae sprouting
from the base of each tree. It was then you
convinced me we should split into sixths
together & wait for the sun to raid us.
Do you know a thing called scream
was programmed into your head-
medicine accidentally. That is why you
swim so poorly. Little bits of seed
came out in the swimming pool that
were stuck behind the stripe in your
speedo. It starts with my hands. Circles
appear on the tops of my wrists, and I
freeze & drop the racket. This is called
an orgasm. They happen in sixes,
fives, fours, threes, twos, ones, &
zeros. I tried to megaphone it before
I disappeared, but my scream
was sliced off with an invisible knife.