I’ve made an enemy
of a mucus membrane.
Pussed out, spewed, flaunted

inflamed as a gut renovation.
The message-sending—
penmanship of appendages—

soft militant bodies
brought for buffet.
Fluff it. Heel, faggot—

to the chest, the foot of the bed
like a pup. A top is a raw deal.

What he can fetch
if receptive—thought made flesh,
injection. Slip in, I’m that empty.

Right angles, hand to ear
that we’re foldable. Switching modes
like two herons. Diminish

a mission. To be so exhausted
sleep never comes.