you are my animal, and
I am your whip.
what exists between us
is only dust—a milky
center of blood
tessellating
with
heart cells.
I’d hide in your
briefcase and
be smuggled across
the boarder as
a cheese knife
if only you’d look
at me—your animal,
my whip sending
flakes of fresh flesh
midway
along
magnets…but
be careful.
once you catch
crack of my sting
there is no going back.
Jul 11, 2017
Jul 11, 2017 at 3:28 PM UTC
you are my animal, and
I am your whip.
what exists between us
is only dust—a milky
center of blood
tessellating
with
heart cells.
I’d hide in your
briefcase and
be smuggled across
the boarder as
a cheese knife
if only you’d look
at me—your animal,
my whip sending
flakes of fresh flesh
midway
along
magnets…but
be careful.
once you catch
crack of my sting
there is no going back.
