In the dream, Love Interest from years ago becomes physically ill after hooking up w/ me
I am less poison, more the coffee spoon dripping into sugar
bowl, I’m that kind of bad for you, minor stuff
& carelessness. Discolored clot not hurting anyone.
Your presence: incidental, your presence a small
perk in a bad deal. I mean: I feel much worse, and
yes, this is a competition.
O missed connection, tonight my heart is chewing
its ribs & throbbing its unholy body through the
gaps, it disappears, it’s not something I want or it’s
not something at all. My rat’s heart sprints my skeleton,
my marrow tunneled out.
You imagine you are hundreds of things
and you are hundreds of things, so what? Blood blister
tipping inward, reborn as a crater. Right now I am
wanting something far away, so buy and name me stars,
no—buy me a sinkhole in dead planet, buy me a
sinkhole in the dirt of your hometown—I guess I can
survive there, I guess I can survive
all kinds of things