Friday, August 01, 2025

mmmmdcclxxxi

I slice my left arm

into his long tummy
and instantly his
fingers fork my dry
palm. Before that,

they (we) were as
if extensions of tor
nadoes off a pair of
Prozac prescriptions

spending tons of mon
ey on pyramid schemes.
Our thumbs interlock as
if in agreement upon these

new ground rules, and he
shudders swiftly to sleep.

emulation