last night, you dragged my tongue across the pavement and it felt so good. may brings out the coldest stains and the warmest spills. such a warm spill, standing underneath a dew-drop moon and declaring myself. the flesh loves to adorn itself in exit wounds, trophying the ruin. you see this? it’s my most prized possession, all the proof of my want. my servitude, my collapse.

a dog with a bone, a magpie waiting for the worm. will you take my body? will you take me?
                   will you will you will you will you will you will you will you will you