diss morphic resonance, by Zach Buscher
for karin dreijer andersson

psychic predicts a pretty sick past life.
no humor in her joke concerning
service at the bulimic buffet, save a few
cardinal ones: blood, phlegm, yellow
bile, black bile. green milk lactate
each st. pat’s smiles the lecher’s smile
through overgrown irish eyes. clamp
goes the stamp tramp clover, permanent
as your record of manipulating cells. if
forever was a blood diamond, i’d slice
cucumbers for your eyes, i’d ready the mud
ruddy cake bath. your complexion does
show antithesis of fake tan, so southwest
as favorited from our melanoma mug shot
trip to the volvo dealership in göthenburg.
olof loafed. you complained
of fever, ray, and beach reads.
seagulls polluted the sky, and
cutting teeth on aquavit, the lips
i remember were lingonberries.