crazy thing- that room is
still a florida room in february,
where we killed the last
spirit in the world.
brighter than a piece of pvc
during zombie winter.

everything that happened when
I was nine years
old culminated in severed
limbs, conspiracy theories.
the rosacea cleared up like
the doctor said it would.

imagine this- a herd of bison
on the sledding hill.
hard to climb,
even harder coaxing the angel down
and into having some hot fun:
hot like cauterized.