I hug a novel on a
beer-soaked bedspread
like a control freak
pierced eyes e-mail
little blurbs back and
forth on the mouth of
the lips of the teeth
two for the price of
one fisticuffs
a gabbing and a lunging
of the mist and the fog
jazz that is full of
a whole new sport
forced kisses on couches
I am the fire guy
I’m too excited
you can pin me down
and almost definitely
not rush this finish
first published in foam:e
