allow yourself to bite into the dark its excruciating warm
chew your engine back and idle down it his digital twitch
pretend you like apple-picking all girl-child shiny his favorite hunt
need your way home lit beacon me please the natural math
smell like you need carrying then spring it on him full-on needy
dressed in thinnest sheets really be the knife he wants sharply
to wield a body like the lord it takes practice you know to make an idea
that’s no hodgepodge and might be worth it if he can possibly
make your skin flush when the morning comes before it’s too late
maybe a trademark baby voice be infant siren shore he knows the world
would be a good idea to put banana peels along his doorstep
to crack his tools for good covertly in the places that will be enough
to reorient perceptions that might hurt the most a newfound gutting
in your favor you are sweet you might smile a lot but you’re not nice
and need an explanation and need a head pat and to burn it all
that would unpink the earth but the act of catching would require much
more than you would like and cutting this waste needs time you don’t have
for a little-limbed mood logistics beyond means for a kid in a hair-suit