i discover fart matches
a burned kitchen match in the toilet
floating
strike on the box
the burn away the smell
i hadn’t known of it before
now i think of people buying fart matches
small muted explosions in the bathroom
stomach it
waking from the stomach
it has bad dreams
thinks like a betrayer
flexes in a twinge
has a laundrylist of things it hates
rejects them
takes my energy for the day
lets others digest me the wrong way
dis-integration
the calibration
of disintegration
attunes you differently
the different me
and the different you
are always something true
ferment
these rotten things we eat
so tart, so sweet
fizzing in your mouth
the accident of rot
of something off
alcohol from error
vinegar wine
or something eaten in a make-do moment
that tastes better than you would have thought
how we are caught
on the backfoot by the inventiveness of nature
the novelty
our tastebuds respond
day events 