not even sea roots, or foam from that frothy syringe
youd ribbon round your forearm weirdhungry, spoken
dice cut of Brown Recluse-- no, the only trace of you:
those eyeless white birds of your curling toes.
I dont even remember your face. sometimes I ghostkiss
a press of silhouette on the hourless sand by the pipelines.
near Dinoflagellates. near the Parking Lot where you gave
me head and your apartment whose only ornament a basilica
unicorn stood before ripe ionic sheets and the solid gloom.
then again you dosed in cirrus, spring-pert phlegm.
so many ways you got skinnier, long long months with no
period. you cutting out dairy, saturation, grains, the sky’s
Blue. whilst prying away the eyelash caress. then nights
where fluorescence tethers us to cafeteria ectosprawl.
we sit detailing cigarettes in pallid halo. we sit gnawing
condensed laugh, tatter tots. cartilaginous whisper clung.
dusts come, we lock close. but still, ellipsis-tinted vows.
still brushing thick coldsores with leftover cocaine.
taking celery juice and maca in slim, pink phials.
your drool, your skin’s erosion. I cum inside you so much
and we joke how white curtains will encircle our son,
our squirmy little canto. what color his dead eyes.
you insist that my night is your morning. eyes acidic.
you point to the Metal in the Clouds, itch your blush.
I know I know you make sense. let’s make it clear,
you flicker-raw bad like a film shot in eczema, lecture,
tells manic, I don’t want this-- this, see these masters
eat my teeth. I pick up your torn shirt in the street.
and then there’s your chest in the tv’s empty fever,
soft, diarywilted. but noble in its disconsolate bone.
a decrepit zodiac of skin. worn to prom after prom
of bleachest mustang. our Rorschach enzymes sucking out
each broken secret, some game. you expelled from high school,
withdrawal pains. our mom drunks. me fucking any twenty.
scars crack and krill along frail arms, buds maybeed
by Clouds of Room. threshes stain window. spider bites,
you call them. I know you’ve had too many friends.
I’m not too us either. but spider bites. I like you.
