ever feel
like you're
this close
from getting
your head
severed?

the body...

so neck
deep in it's
own impulses
and desires

how comedic
to call it ours

it's her body,
let her do
what she wants
with it

is like saying:

it's his
car
let him
crash into
a group
of children

the mind
and it's
desperate
need for
possession

to control,
to have and
to hold

to cherish this time
as though it
were never time at all

i say

let's watch
their wounds
bleed out
and see how desperate
they are to seal them

the infinite
is a simple speck

our complicated

mouths fumble
to spit out