I took cheese and crackers when I
Went to sit down to bleed. I wasn’t happy standing with my nose in the corner,
Even with the fancy trim. I see tigers in the knots of polished wood,
And then they’re gone.
I have waited
A long time for you to come to poke me in the back of the neck.
The thought is there. Its riptide pulls me in to a pit of consumption.
Indulgence drips over the edges
But there’s a snake in the rug; there you are!
Cold water strikes the base of my skull and keeps going,
Warm by the time it touches my heart. Cobwebs
Are turned into silk.