I cant breathe, he says
Brushes my hand from his throat
He laughs
I smile
Little whip's too red, he says
Slides the falls through his fingers
He laughs
I smile
Please dont stop, he says
Arches his back in stiff poise
He cant breathe
Neither can I

Got some plastic balloons today
The kind that reek of noxious fumes
And blew them into iridescent shapelessness with all my breath
Then obliterated them into a series of sticky messes

Sad Eyes, can you see me?
That I can see you
I can see you're hurting
I can see you're trapped
In her
You've been like this a long time, haven't you?
You can see me
I think you know I'm watching you
I think you know that I know
Im not her
But I'll show you me
And make you wish
I were