Cross web interactions, herbs sold by fractions of the ounce
Light across the paving stones, home alone in the mote bath
Facing it once again, been putting it off to long
The stink of thawed blood on the cutting board
Hot hot peppers on the rim of your glass
Eyes in the ant lion holes boring tunnels
we are eating each other
bone by bone

Cold water hits your gut like a fist
eyes dumping mucus
Wipe me away, wipe me down the side
of your pants
Finding the intersecting point
pirouetting through the landmines

A walk through the woods with her
To a house with no fence,
a deep creek churning out back
That you must wade through
however fast it flows
however many stones
it turns