as kitsch as hours,
the rodent’s cheap malaria like scent loiters
TIME TO KILL
“i can craft fractures into your ’TIL SUNRISE:
torso, FINGER-TRACE THE 37MINS.
LEFT RIBCAGE INTO
EGGSHELLS. but triads are converging,
and there’s no time for pillow talk.”
dissecting specimens has become cliché,
and attempts at aborting rippling veins
arbitrary. only carbon monoxide thrills
ever spoke as glib
as that urchin, not
even my valentine.
I SIMPLY AM