holding the lit end of a cigarette on top of an ant, watching it squirm. i pull in.
there is a capacity for hate in theory, and i practice it in my mind. visualizing all the things that could go wrong.
nothing is ever right.
i’ll pull you in closely and lock you in a ziplock tonight.
there will be droplets of condensation in the bag come morning. we’ll make love three times and slowly suffocate.
they’ll find us locked together. a tribute to taxidermy, you spread eagle. and me inside.
