Your Honeycomb / My Inner Cheek
cast little spells of salt on my rusty moth bones / my inner cheek crimson, honeycomb treating my thrush / I melt into the underneath, my vocal chords your vaccine / my chattering rag doll jaw a spreadsheet of the space between your temples / skin stained green by empty antiques / explosion of scabs, a lost game of operation / a dimmed scrape at oblivion / crack your joints and I’ll fall to the ground