addicted to your lips
and the poetry it speaks
and every time we kiss
oh darling im in bliss

apple of the eye,
red lip with a poisoned kiss,
peonies for the dead.

i'm eating glass shards
and complaining about
the way my gums bleed
one day i'm gonna turn
inside out and become some
other body or somebody else

starting with the dentures first
and the three thousand dollar
surgery that you flew out to florida
to get won't mean a thing
because i'm somebody new
not a living embarrassment

let me tell you what i love about you
love to think of all the possibilities
my knife could so brazenly roam across
the surface of skin so glossy my own
gets tingles just thinking about it

let me tell you what i love about you
we love to make fun of the oceans, and how
boring life is without our own viciousness
our very blood is hedonistic, is it not?
swim away, edge closer to me while i edge closer to you

she's made of gold but she wants green
voice sounds like she's been choking
on someone else's fumes

she tweets but she doesn't even text
her husband about half those things
everyone knows she does out on the streets

there's a lot more
to being dead i suppose
when there was going to be
two dents in the bed
but there's only me in it tonight
weight.