You walk wet with fire sweat
bleeding coragously a corrosive serum
- your metal shanks hawling bodies and torsos
from your sea trawl.
Be with them but don’t be them.
.never remembering to forget
.your parents chewed your nails
.not sharp enough to dig the dirt when they came to take you from your best bed
they folly - you take inwards a bail of breath
swallow gulping... my manufactured love
- tastes like plastic
- undigestable but still