Fight iron. Adjust the day's kick.
And kick and scream.

Dance, sing and shake
If necessary.

True love waits
It spins

..hiss..
(it spits)..
. . . . . . . . divine

But no one ever
sang or rhyme

My face blisters and bubbles
the collector at (of) midnight

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

my cupboard opens
my mask yes, sanitized
. . Me. .


What is love without us?

And draw the feeling of...


my voice sinking, falling

finally screaming at the bottom

...

outside in the courtyard
a raíndrop
collects all my thoughts

a brain spills
cosmetically
the owner shocked

remove your second tongue tie
speak clear

without a tear to drown your eyes