unmoved.

he comes out for a drink
he is cradling the frail expectation of sunrise
he is convulsing and he breaks both legs on the stairs
he cannot stop laughing
he cannot stop shaking

she comes out for something to chew on
glancing at my most private synapse
she is biting her fingernails to brittle fragments
she wants me to remember what happened in the deepest shadow of the monolith
that she was perverted in God's right hand
with the other hand stuffed desperately into his pants

she wants him to remember everything she vowed to forget