My bones are full of tar, and I know this is true because I feel it
when I move especially

I hear it when I shower, when it gurgles inside me
and when I move to touch another it bubbles and recoils
and when another touches my skin it screams
to keep me safe
and to keep me from giving it to them as well.

It thrives and lurches when I move into or onto you, between you or through one of your body's spaces and
when I slip, with full permission
(but still feeling of guile)
into you is when I hear it most of all
and its happiness screams in my head until I can think of nothing but *****

my bones are full of black tar