The smell of her

sternum,

gotta earn ’em,

ain’t livin

for what’s a given,

same goes for women

(sweet sugar and cinnamon)
who
turn in an instant,
flash daggers in a grin,
the dim pissants/

Driven

by the anchor

in the sky— gravitational

blood flow

please don’t go

understand that it’s

bursting with an infinite

abundance of bits

goddamnit

and those bits

make wombs

and moons

and planets/

Steaming

scream

of open

throat,

7.09 billion of us on the same surface

all afloat

placed here for a purpose,
maybe, what a wild circus

I’m jus’ thirsty for a taste
of you
make the milk pour
por favor
I’m poor
and hungry,
under duress
I need you badly
miss murderous

you didn’t want to hurt me

you had to hurt us

I just happened to be a casualty

can’t cut that cord courteous

there’s no other way, I get it,

see how weak I’ve bled it?

someday, come and get it

stay a week

close as
clothes
and lips
and nose
to breath

lay me still
kiss me an
kill me lil
by lil until
death peers
over my window

sill