I want you to build a swimming pool
in my bedroom before you leave
and I want you to fill it with my guts.
I want you to put my fingers one bye one
in your teeth and snap them off and
tack them to your arms like fleshy feathers.
I want you to pop out my eyes before you go
and mount them glimmering on your forehead.
I want you to crawl into bed with me and
slip off my shoes and my shirt and
sing me whisper sounds that flitter
under the covers and while you sing nail
what’s left of me to the mattress and
kiss me and put the mattress on the porch
and splash the porch with my blood
so the neighbor’s know I’m made of
the real stuff
and leave me there dripping off
the ground with your love.
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 4:15 AM UTC
I want you to build a swimming pool
in my bedroom before you leave
and I want you to fill it with my guts.
I want you to put my fingers one bye one
in your teeth and snap them off and
tack them to your arms like fleshy feathers.
I want you to pop out my eyes before you go
and mount them glimmering on your forehead.
I want you to crawl into bed with me and
slip off my shoes and my shirt and
sing me whisper sounds that flitter
under the covers and while you sing nail
what’s left of me to the mattress and
kiss me and put the mattress on the porch
and splash the porch with my blood
so the neighbor’s know I’m made of
the real stuff
and leave me there dripping off
the ground with your love.
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