mmmccclvi

fire alarm (tentative title)

it tastes like someone lit a
dollop of mayonnaise in the

middle of my throat just now.
but it’s just a billowing bottom-

heavy gag that has landed pre
sently upon my tongue, and it 

knows exactly what’s coming in 

mere moments, hopefully not by 

way of a godawful retch that 

starts down as deep as is hum
anly possible (it is what i am:
human; but i am not proud of

that fact, and would rather not
say another word on the matter).