for me to alter your
chemical makeup
as punishment I will bike
to your house
lay my clothes on
the floor. Don’t wait to lash
yourself to a
silence. Don’t wait for
the car to pull in
to the drive. Don’t
drop the phone. I
smell like a campfire
with these clothes on.
Don’t listen to me. Don’t
drink that poison.
Don’t wait for me to
dry the stains
from each nickel in
your coin purse each
gravid tooth in your head.
Don’t wait for me
to come inside. I will
degenerate in
the face of my contemptible
tracing. Don’t wait for
motion to cultivate
speed to blur
hardening
to crystal. To salt.
Like a mind in a salt,
mine. Don’t wait
for me to be fed.
I will be
waiting to be fed.
