dance, climb me like a tree-
stump.
rip my heart with sharp teeth.
Tth-thump. squish.
pick apart my embarrassments
like you'd pick apart my bones.
like vultures would.
i get to watch my own slow death,
you get to kiss me to death. slowly.
it's all the same.
distance suddenly makes sense.
Vivisection: i'm
sporadic neurotic
erratic erotic, i'm
the smaller wheel on a tricycle, so
we get to go in circles.
i'm the fungus you can adopt!
cutting myself open, i can see what
makes me "frrrrrick."
heartache hopeful, i'm walking into
what i know are traps, what i know
is sure to hurt. i tell myself out-
loud, eyes closed, "THIS is gonna
hurt."
and i'm right. and i want more.
any and every relationship is more
and more masochism. it hurts more than
it ever heals, winds and wounds and
it musics me back to melody. hold me
hold me
hold me like
the car's gear shift, you only use me
sometimes.