allegiance

fume

fume love is a rage that never quite slaughters. a murder with no body. a lighthouse sinking invisible ships. a robber with no hands. a rapist alone. love is a room with no doors, no windows, one chair and a rope. it’s a missing item in a missing stack. a skin that won’t sink to the bullet. love is too tight. it breaks. it’s a toilet filled with latex gloves. a burn on the stomach you don’t remember. it opens your fly every time it pees. love doesn’t pick up on body language. it pulls your panties down in an unfinished basement. it kisses your eyelid with crap in its tooth. love trails off in a long, ragged wheeze. it rips your lips in church. it talks too damn much. 50 love faints giving blood, but it keeps giving blood. it’s the stranger you let in to use the phone. it purrs at your feet, but it has those claws. it’s the way you feed and the leash you toss. it scratches in the walls. 51 ...