you are 1992
all night we should go arson & I want nuclear
fingertips so I can scrawl dirty words into
the bottoms of your feet. I beg you because it feels
so good begging you & I wanna beg forever if
that’s what’s gonna get me buried inside the buttons
behind your buttons. so all damn night? my heavy metal
records turned up real loud, your hips & how about
we buzzsaw all this fucking pretext? I wanna unzip you.
your spine, your dress, your skin. make you blue
with fleshliness. practice stories in the bathtub. practice
your belly. I’m a tightrope walker. you can be the wire
or you can be the ground but ain’t no one gonna give a shit
unless there’s blood. call 911 & I’d love to play hospital
with you. I’d love to say one thing you’ll believe is true.
be your empty wheelchair & we busta rhymes all night.