June 15 2024
You want a fervid love;
blistering. Burnt my tongue
on soup you prepare for
God Knows Who.
The silo is empty and
im stuffing it with rye,
malt, jaan. From that
tote bag and whatever
I can get my hands on.
Longing coiled around my skin is vitiation.
Desire is a friend that
begs for estrangement.
So I keep the vacuum running.