addonizio said it, she said it so possessively, an arrow wounded in her amygdala,spreading her lungs flat on a chair, unhooking her ribs.
a part-time lover knocking at her door, his bubble toes seeping through the crack.
i can smell him on my neck. i can smell him under my supercillium, under my jowl draining the vein that runs me away.
mona lisa told me it was him.
the sphinx hankered after him.
the manchego desired him.
my pretty wings are cut, my boots straddling my thighs so high you can taste the cham(pain).
so tell me. tell me when you hear my heartbeat. when i leak honey into your parietal lobe.
sign it on a scrap of paper. crumple it or tear it or throw it away.
there's a possibility.
