Orangey

Yesterday I was punctured by an intern practioner at Outside In and my tendons were unraveled. When I laid down on the cot, the teacher guru took a look at my tounge and could map out every swallow of whisker from the night before. They said I have excessive heat. During my sleep last night my skin started to steam and I got a fever. The professionals gave me a tea of asphalt pucks and wizard hair. It is undrinkable!
I am in the green alley, a plant sexual avenue. Behind Meghan's house, the big trees monsoon pollen and it sticks to my hair and the bottom of my feet. Orangey, my adopted cat, prowls in this spot, which is the only place on the property with a decent wireless vein. Nick and I met Orangey one night when he was relaxing on his stoop. Nick picked him up and Orangey started snorting out his earlobe and then became very aggressive for the salt on Nick's lobe. Orangey is not as excited about me because he has to snort through my hair to get to my ear. But when he discovers the ear, he grips a hug with his paws and purrs and snorts into my ear while licking. The sensation is very confusing.
My dad is in the hospital with an footballer kind of injury.
I fell asleep on the morning of Meghan's birthday with the new sun licking my cheeks.
I went to a wedding and the ceremony made my jaw hurt because I smiled so hard and then Lenny said, "Hail Satan!" and the couple started to make out and the Moms and Dads smiled very strongly too. Then for four hours I wandered in the sun alone and burned my face and freckled my hands. Since I returned from the commune, I have become very needy for the sun. I wanted to work hard on music and writing this summer, and I am, but more than that, my work is the job: target of the milks of the sun. I can't have too much of it. I think of the migrant workers sweating their skin off in fields of soybeans and I think there is a whole bouquet of bad fates, but what a cruel punishment, to lose the sun as a friend and have to wear straw hats and bandannas. I could be planted and stay very still while gathering all of the sun's calories, I would not move for a whole season, I would need to be watered but I could give fruits as long as somebody minded the flowers. Then in the fall I would droop from the weight of my own head and I would step out of the plot and remove the dirt from my skeleton and my friends and I we would meet again and I would have many nourishing stories.
I want adventure
I want to crack a safe
And steal museum-grade feathers
And the nipples
Of pharohs
I want to adventure
In the sand dunes
Orangey and I
Will attempt to fracture
Our femurs
And then find frogs
Whose skulls
Will be
The roofs of our two houses
I want to adventure
In a covered wagon
Pulled by
A Lambourgini