The throaty oesophageal tissue dislodges as if to say here be

nourishment & battle Keep going & Peer at the womb that

haemorrhages post-coitally Remove the tube & it’s still a sticky

mess So fraught & such Arcadia Didn’t you hear enough of the

brutality Erode your name it doesn’t lift me He outlaw’d coffee

Tore the stitches out with his tongue Rampant bills fettered Tear

my hair out All wanton debris Part-time venom surges at the

brunt of attack Move toward praxis and away again I have

outlived usefulness The utter stirring of cheerful standards

Renders us human Place the realm of agency into the volta

Unthinkable: the way you held me in your contract These days

we don’t even take our clothes off A million practices beholden

Textures of disobedience & textures of entry I am thinking of a

hiatal place: a rupture Remember child: he’s just a boy Just a

human boy He fills up & empties out same as all of us