Safety Takes No Holidays
because that is all the rage
with the out of work punk kids in BedStuy.
Looping the film about antelopes
getting chased and devoured by lions.
A bolt of blue fabric hissing as it burns.
Kissing the wrists until they hickey
mold cups to bone and grind. Not a gender
hippie or an ass clown, just wondrous
and breathable brain tissue while churning
and I do mean churning.
Which one will you have? Each
is suitable for framing a flower
made of skin and wax hung
over the radiator for inspection.
Contact my station agent if you want
words rubber stamped to gift wrap paper.
A contact lens, a glass of water,
a speck of granola pressed into
my arm. I wouldn't cross you
in this chain letter to survive, not you, or
not without you.
I rolled you over so you could breathe
through the filter of a pillow.
You should be thankful because
it is important for me to feel helpful
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