i want to sit here for the rest of my life
with the walls bifurcating and bubbling and whispering and

sometimes i just can't stand to look at myself

i've had dreams that could never last as long as this
or at least i think so
so i spin in circles until the sun goes down

let me tell you what's wrong with you
in position
over you

let me tell you what's wrong with you
as you drown
in tripwire and honey

let me tell you what's wrong with you
don't put me in this position ever again

bathe in the blood of your own savior
find someone who condones your actions
and just like you've done before
tear into their chest

talk to their organs
watching smoke curl in the desert early morning air

chipping off bone
as a monument to an end
that neither of us are confident to move close towards

when i was born they put
tubes down my throat
and i am starting to feel
as if nobody remembered to remove them

very appreciative, cultured and astute viewpoint there

i ask if you account for Buchenwald, interment camps, sweatshops, and the nuclear bomb laying in our backyard

you say no and come inside

fall symmetrically
like pins in my throat
my pincushion body will not withstand the storm this time
and i will be gone for a long time