honey & lime

Eviscerate

    a gleaming surface, like a perfect time between

    lying down, lying to oblivious face, believing everything a boy has to say

    swallowing damage, a feat not for a future divinity, but someone not

    made of money but pretending like they are, and you, well you, come into the room

    grab a hold of a fire nobody was watching, put your name on everything touched but

    you touch me, but only own my body if I say.

 

    I’m supposed to be worried about my health

    not quite ready for a severe slice of my abdomen

    every word dropping out sizzling & steaming, if I

    make a fool of myself, will you stop riding the coattails

    of this oblivion, how about we crowd a place worthy of

    our own terror, stuff every shelf with curious fears.

 

    almost, but not quite, I say this so often, I might

    lose myself in a makeshift process of getting over

    you and under water, this warmth is not as nice

    as I remember, watching a cigarette dangle between

    your lips, I resist every urge to burden myself with

    a death of your name, my grief-gut is still swollen

    with too many other names to give you a chance.

 

    you enter the room, swallowing lightning no one even noticed

    and I can’t tell if you’re glimmering or it’s those floaters in my eyes

    but I’m haunted by this one-two knife-cut at my side as you lead

    me into a darkened bedroom, plop me down, seduce a truth out of me

    I cannot extinguish what I don’t believe was ever truly there.