Tagged: suck

you ignore me so

you ignore me so
well, like a celebrity
gnawing at wasted

time – suck on this perfection,
god’s a possibility

i am a secret

i am a secret
collapsible concept
this week – now you
see me, now you
don’t. i get into
bed each night
knowing that
i will suck
the air out of
myself until i lose.
by morning, the same
doubts produce
their sharpened
instruments just beneath
the lids and start
drilling against
the fresh
flesh, nothing different
to report. it has been
a week. but i haven’t
cried today, i
haven’t cried today