The Signifier

For Joseph Kunkel

in the cemetery
i am fat and bluntless
you, your solar anus resting 
on the grave marked
“Big Ronnie,”
are dressed as if to say
“that guy can run.”

your semen sigil of infinite squares
paints the body greasy until
basically, I love you

pray to your moon-gilded god for love 
and he explains that seahorses
are not related to horses at all
and that this is taken for granted

in the clitoral distance
women beat yams 
to the sound of exploding infants
and God flees

that is to say, this is a piece of rice
and it’s like yummy