i wanted the sweet amphibian bones
so i pulled & pulled until the whole world was lightning.
a draw bridge opened & closed like a mouth.
who are you talking to? there is no one else here.
the cold front is going to bring dead jet planes
into the sky. i spit my gum into a corner until
it resembles a face. if we were brothers, we would
have run away already. instead, you ask who i am to you
& i say, "i am the fear of starvation." poison in my fingers.
i grab whatever sugar finds me, no matter the aftermath.
a terrarium can become comforting. i have my glass life
& you have yours. just one more. just one more. just one more.