eyes stinging, i am spit into the mercy of
pebbled asphalt and the hot sun


memory is a bottomless lake i can
never float out of, legs desperately
scissoring against the swirling depths.
 

i want to be bad. to be evil. to be the defective
goods thrown in a dumpster that gain
silver tongues and appetites for spiced blood.
 

dip me into melted cheesecake ice cream
by the ankle so i can grasp the concept of living
eternally, immortally, trudging through mud and tin tunnels
despite the losses of father and sisters.
 

let the little bits of soggy dough sink
into my skinny arms till i can float, let my bones hollow
so i can become light enough to fly.