Your Back

broadens out & deepens

a flesh grenade

I won't touch it
just pour myself into it

fuck that, what did you write?

feet hit the floor like drums
the bathroom light clicks a sickly yellow into the bedroom
I roll over and take a cigarette out of your pack

a cache of sticks

Fragments:
birds gather in dawn
their eyes: waterspots

don't piss on the seat!

I'm sitting.

I love it when you're submissive..

drum beats returning

I hate lighters

too bad, you're out of matches


-NOON-

a second chair is pulled out of the window

prilosec, chicken fingers, & cocktail sauce

I'm afraid of being stabbed by the moon

I don't like to fish
I don't like the way they suffocate

once I watched a crow rip open
a rabbit, throw the parts around
& dig out the heart

she looks back
sees the sweep of the rabbit's whiskers
feels the fuzz in the soft curve of its inner ear

this going back
makes him want to touch her again
makes him forget the jealous
and the other faces

will you be back on sunday?

maybe.