The Meinkampf Tension

These proteins which form memories of you
darken even in daylight, can you assign
stupidity to astral?

I freeze and re-freeze spikes,
and then I thaw their distance.
How should that trap us?

Like grass ignored by grass,
we dress in silence,
or, at least, in the tumult of silence.

You turn the other way
to slip on your blouse of syrup
while I’m Napoleon squirming on the island.

The industrious dog
elicits no response,
the cat once used to be a bestseller.

These memories surround me like hula-hoops.
I go downstairs and order a panzer division
for my chin.