I want to be the snake –
Writhing, burrowing
Choking up a pill, throwing up smoke;
It’s nightly,
Don’t fight me, tie me
To a bedpost and let me dry out,
And make me pray again,
If it makes me whole again.
So aim,
Aim for a leg and don’t miss.
And a ledge is just a ledge
Until you’ve spilled your heart out on it,
And dragged your knuckles across
‘til they’re raw.
I yearn to be antlers embedded in the dirt
Shoot me.