Forks

Rachmaninoff makes love
While banshees
Insist on
Cochlear rape
Did you know I was once special?
Did you know I had a shot?

I scrub, I sift, I suckle, I slide
Compromise comes up
With sun
In the toaster
Someone Katrina’d all on my parade
What spectacular floats you’ve all made

Lines of BC Powder, lines on the road
I dream of runaway like brides-to-be dream of altars
A life of angles, corners, sharp edges
Insubordination as defined as a whore’s eyes
Boisterous insignificance to dance on my skullmeat
I see who I could have been
Like a crucifix, glowing
Who’s painted my roses red?
Who’s painted my roses red?

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