Your conspiracy brings
what avalanche over
this paranoid spiral
forcefully traveled
as I cool hot black?
Under an awning
in heat below rain,
overpriced stale coffee
works like electricity
Jolt
Shock my brain:
Why would I explore
tightening veins?

Could it be,
maybe,

That you tore me from ear to ear
jagged through the jugular
and I'm redirecting?

Your deliverance calls
what genuine heartbreak
to our turbulent girl
who feeds stray black cats
then loses, clueless?
Wet alabaster skin
in heat under sheets
brings wanted dreams in tow,
almost realized and live
Hope,
squeeze my veins:
Why would I submit
to chemicals?

Could it be,
maybe,

That pages left in mud puddles
are best never resumed
and I'm redirecting
old losses until I lose it
all?