go sever that thread to the almighty, perish in a dark room just beyond the railroad tracks, the coal men come to collect your heart. create your own version of events in this dull orange light, move against the earth a slow body in exile. in christ’s narrow margins do you feel as a child…

i sent wave upon wave rushing through her, flushing at the base of her neck came blood tsunamis from the epicenters of her breasts, her pale skin translucent, embryonic, pebbled by the brush of my touch. her irises pinwheeled and constricted, the whole world for a brief depraved moment spun far out and well beyond…