starting your stopwatch, you slither in
through my ears
my kitchen sink
my gas pump.
my breathing swells and slows
melting into a
drowsy hypnosis
when it rains.
the bell against my chest
tinkles
as I graze stupidly
in your backyard.
whispers boil to backwash
I puke them up
in the shower.
time leaks down the drain, so I stand
anonymity caked
on my body
like mud.
cut my hair off
in fat clumps
and sell to you
as the seasons
evolve in loneliness
and I fulfill
your heated predictions; I become vulgar
I snatch selfish
I bleed cynical,
screaming.