Bitter black drop to the tongue,
Vacuum pulling in air molecules
Which are indifferent to the creases
In a disgusted face
When it draws back its grimace.

I thought you were a bad thought,
An unwholesome feeling,
But then I remembered it is beautiful
To think or feel anything at all

How do I court thee, Death?

Infinitely peripheral lover
Itch in the corner of the corner of my eye
Which I cannot scratch--
Impetus of strange feelings
Agoraphobia and claustrophobia
And their sister philias
Black and white magic pattern that belies everything.

Somehow, death, you are not yourself
Just as a vortex in a sink does not really exist, if you understand me
You are the fractal edge of a part of my life
And in trying to define you
I arrive on the other side,
I am somehow me.

And in this way I thought you were bitter,
But actually, you're sweet.

You are the taste of meat