i feel myself becoming inanimate
i crouch down against the wall
i conjure a memory of you
it does the trick like prodding a fork into the electric socket
cheap thrills are rigor mortem
i hate dragging around this lifeless body sometimes
it’s so heavy
and i am in the center of your table, there isn’t any food on it
all i can hear is your glass clunk
why do you want to sit in the dark like that
you inhale and puff so silently
moonlight’s soft search light
i gleam
i know you can still see a fragment of me
what i want doesn’t matter