Jessie Janeshek You Can Sing Any Two Songs Together             if You Slow Them Down Long Enough I like a fat turnaround                       visual piety              an Indian blanket             sore nipples   but it makes me nervous                     to pinpoint the moment                          your right to unite us expired.   Someday I'll climb                    from this cave of cheese fries              hand over my nether parts                   be more than sludge   a nice metal donkey                 a mint-green-haired zombie   a girl in a dogsuit.          I'll check for wires              while my sky's falling               see a baby rabbit   skinned in the backyard             my cunt burning blue              like a cartoon eye                     the déjà vu of being   the sick sailor cat dressed        in the blind attic              fact or figurine.                 You'll want more minerals   an itch in your crotch             ceremony's fragility              wearing a clown wig    a Cabbage Patch mask.   You'll dance as I squat                      on El Camino Real              roll Guadalupe       a fresh cigarette   the royal row row row            of the bland silver mine   and I will smell catshit                       among the young cacti                             and grandpa will still be alive                                     and I'll keep asking why                             are you still so obsessed with me?