Dissecting the moon
beneath the corpse orgy
you’re on the
other
side of the blizzard
inventing
a beautiful way
to say no.
Because you’re still
sick from the mirror
hidden
in the anorex:
recurring nightmares
doowop songs
stalking.
I want to softly snarl
softly into the nape
of your neck
because your spine
is holding
you’re back.
