(it was supposed to be context, a conversation... you thought
it had been done, was sterile, called it stealing. said
it was too much about me & not enough of me.)
I will knuckle deep yellow sick sucker
punch your balled throat, thick Child Rage,
Red like dumb rabies
Red like ugly herring
Red like road kill
reared back and posturing.
(so many silent months.)
To bed without supper.
like the smell of and sucking on
peppermint is empty, like sex
by itself, the same slippery habit of
cool sugar sugar on a hollow stomach.