the year I spent eating
eyelashes suckling
a hangover hippocampus
slamming on & off like a stagelight
I couldn’t stop watching
that trashbag caught in a tree
pray for a break in the blight
how many people won’t
speak to you now
there was a silo I knew
that burnt down and what remained
was a cement ring this
is autopsy membrane
fixation in all my territory
I find so little tender
What do you think?