[i Fondle The Pull Tab Toilet Bowl] Poem by Aaron Eliad

I fondle the pull tab toilet bowl
gash on my potty mouth
shampoo valium
ten cent textile
branch of body audio quarks.

I can still hold your sound in my hands.

swimming and sinking
distilled
apple cream wings
forgot completely about coming quietly.
Her head has splashed inside me.

I was two quarts insomniac
until your birthday number five,
I was badgering two hundred
dollar words
folks would melt out at your funeral.
Thinking to myself
of names I would name you.