WE ARE ALL SURFACES IN THE ENVIRUSMENT
My love
Hangs around
Like mold.
I Infiltrate
Your porous
Wood
Sink into
Your
Remembrains.
—-
Don’t
Mind me…
…Just evading
Lapses to
Rid your
Infrastructure
Of me;
Fortifying
Myself
—Stronger
Than ever
Inside You.
—-
I am the
Twenty-percent
That know
How to
Survive
Your vinegar.
—-
Undetected
I cunningly curb
Your interest
Til you’re
Cupping at
The seems.
—-
Curve for me.
Show me
How
Your heat
That
Grows me
Cannot
Contain
Itself there
Inside your
Surfaces.
—-
Allow me
To snake
Through
your veins
Like water;
Weaving
Through
Your textures,
Tainting Your
Would boreds,
Inking them
With life.
—-
Isn’t it
All So
Exhilarating—
—How Even
My most
Toxic
Release of
Spores
beats
The drone
Of your
Tidy
Polished
Home.
I HAVE BEEN WADING
On the
Ocean of
Missing you
For So Long,
I’m getting
Scurvy
Over here.
—-
I have the
Cabin Fever of
Missing you.
—-
The Creatures
Of us
Live on in the
Deepest parts
Of my memorseas.
Not a day
Goes by
I don’t
Hold my breath
To Dive back in
And pull them out;
Basking them
in the sun
Of mynd’s surface.
—-
Our sea monsters
Shine brightly when
Allowed in daylight.
—-
I’m keeping
The map;
Charting course
To our
Buried treasures.
I haven’t
Forgotten
Where
X marked
Our spots———-
—So Many Times.
BALDILOCKS BUMBLER VIRTUOSO
Watch me
Blow thought
Bubbles into our
Re-space-o-ship.
—-
Since You Shut
Your Electricity off,
The pixels of me
Still spend all their
Tokens and free time
Grinding, Bouncing, &
Reflecting in Our lights.
—-
A play palace
Despised, I
~backstroke~in the
____ball pit____Full
———Of our gazes
——into each other.
—-
Though you stopped
Paying admission,
The bare moments
of us—-Still Dance
|||Encased||| in their
<<<
<<<
[Turns out,
This space was
Always
self-sufficient].
The show
Must Go On.
I’M HERE TO(O)
Fetishize
The face.
Face it,
I do not
Miss
Any–
-But
Yours.
—
Take off
That mask
Slowly
For me.
No need
To be Shy
Or coy,
I know
What’s under
There.
I’ve seen it
All
Before.
—
Show me
Again
How you
You.
It’s been
So long
Since
Anyone
Worth
Looking
At
Has Looked
At me
Physically,
Viscerally,
in My
Direction.
—-
Before our
Total Dark
I mourned
Our sight loss
Like
I had
My childhood,
Dog.
I knew
We
Were going,
So I
read books
In place
Of
Your face
To Supplant
Our Deterioration.
I Wrapped myself
In The Comfort
Of fiction,
Between covers
and frayed spines.
—
Shipping
Is delayed
On shared
smirks
In the
Unfor-see-me-able
Future.
—
In this
Envirusment,
We are
Flesh and
[Thus,]
Fresh Out
of
Knowing
Glances.
—
I see now,
There is no way
To Properly grieve
the Relishment
of your
Idiosyncrasies,
As we are,
Relegated
To only
A Past-time.
YOU WERE NOT ROUTINE DENTAL WORK
The worst Part
of losing you
is that _________
___________
_____________.
—-
Not some
Superficial filling
I could replace.
You were that
Real enamel Deal.
—-
Over the years,
I’d developed
Quite the sweet
Tooth; taking
Bigger Bites than
I Could chew.
—-
I ached from
Your erosion
For Months;
Numbing myself
Preemptively
For Your extraction.
—-
You Didn’t
leave a
minor cavity.
I required
A full-blown
root canal.
My nerves laid raw in
the deepest parts of
me from your loss.
—-
You were ripped
from my mouth
and placed back
into that of another.
I have
No right
to be sad
Only sad writes;
Gumming at
Our leftovers.
THE BABY
Words in
My brain
Are crying
Out of me.
They say
It’s time
For them
To be
Birthed
Out from
My Mental
Holes &
Into the
—World.
—-
Words
Have no
Need for
Sucking
Their
Thumbs
To self-
Soothe.
They
Are the
Food &
The Shit,
& We—-Are
The Worms.
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