i tasted her all rusty inside
with peeps and brown moans
dangling silver keys at sunrise
the teapot not set on fire

bare chest over thin cotton
cold slumber by the dry fan
unwilling to fail weak knees
so i pull my arms around toes

three lines on my forehead
from pressure against eyeballs
she puts a screwdriver through
like a smile from ear to ear

my insides all tossed and fried
the well of acidic tears
i am full of round hollows
and bloodsuckers bother me

i will rise the next morning
put cappucino red on my lips
push neon ankle-length onto my skin
and pretend that nothing happened

© estherg