“Please don’t go. Please?”
I turn around and Lee is standing in his star-speckled onesie, nose running, eyes bloodshot. He’s standing in the living room, half-blinded by the...
boil your ink, close all
your gods away, take your
tongue apart and leave me
the pieces. your hands
may be heavy with dust
but they are still solid,
they remember how to eat.
The thread-worn heel of my shoe has cut through my achilles'
Beckoned on by taurine and sugar-sweet amphetamine
Days passed with the hours and eons with the minutes