BLOODSPORTS

Flesh is my least favorite chore

Debris gets drawn in too easily

i wish it could be Someone Else’s responsibility 

Stainless steel feels inhuman feels like

         me

Strip and search my body

Like a curiosity in a cabinet 

Your pupils open to prey

Make a spectacle of my

                  Intimacy

Penetrable peephole 

Reveals a refracted silhouette

A summation of skin

i feel myself

    slipping

Sinking into fiberglass

Falling out the faucet

Leaking is so cathartic

Inanimacy is so desirable

            So easy

i pretend like last year didn't happen

And next year ill try to forget today

Memory collects like dust

i despise the dinginess of antiquity 

          im dirty

Maybe ill be more myself 

If i evaporate

my favorite sport is blood

my favorite sport is water

Am i vulnerable enough yet?

Put the condom on

i can see the mildew forming on Your flesh

You haven't been cleaned in weeks

Forgetfulness is foreign to me

              i would make sure You sparkle

                                     If You didn't already smell like shit

Wax in water 

Rind rots away

Pressure washer abrasion 

Each minute worn down by friction

            Stuck in a cyclical suicide

Wet specimen sanctity 

Don't fucking tap the glass!!!! 

Aquatex anxiety

You never even

                        Look at me

Pantomime patina

Plaster on my body

Everyday

Same thing

  i just want it to be over with