what were you wielding inside of me?
would you conceal my apology?
struggle with seething uncertainty
kick it with iron unhurried feet
live with a razor beneath your tongue
whistles have blown now & bells have rung
keep silly speeches inside your lungs
forget rhyming couplets we may have sung
cast off the mainland in quarantine
bandage your abscesses until they cease
bruises on fruit weighing down the trees
precious to you, precious now to me
I see your figure hovering above
I hear you breathe elevator hum
I don't want to spit on myself for love
but I'll push back if I think I feel your shove
handle my insolence with a kiss
your legs shouldn't be quite as strong as this
I can't come up now or I think I'll miss
I'll sleep wrapped in plastic to hear your hiss
millions of possible ruined lives
living alone in the drainage pipes
where do they go if their souls don't die?
where do they go if their souls don't fly?
millions of never-been ruined lives
living alone in the drainage pipes
where do they go if their souls don't die?
will I go there too or just open my eyes
and be a baby again
stillborn
reincarnated
again
