self-portrait as a runaway
in the morning i flee without rousing him goodbye. kneel for a breath before the rise & fall of his ribs, rub my lips into the space between his shoulders so i'm ripe to carry his scent in my mouth. i ride the bus through suburban streets on the verge of their arising.…
in the morning i flee without rousing him goodbye. kneel for a breath before the rise & fall of his ribs, rub my lips into the space between his shoulders so i'm ripe to carry his scent in my mouth. i ride the bus through suburban streets on the verge of their arising. the unsparing light strips everything bare, vice laid up on the slaughter table, shame hung by its feet…
