....
dreamed of an egg with a spine
unsurprised at anything
wretched
the subletter’s lover
every night
at the only window
with a breeze
in protest
I jerked off to revolution
to anything sharp
to dream logic adding up
caught onshore between
some fucking dude and
a shark sighting
I’m a puddle
wearing my eyeballs as earrings
being mad at gravity
actually
you said a cool thing about a puddle
jerking off
to contrast
to harvesting ecstasy
from nothing
my marinated brain
when we text about
nothing
the coiled weight
the walls
gray with
what still hangs around
my podium, god
the pile
the ruin
laying it all down
the phone
the shield
the sword
