Cool rain slides
down the window.;
it's not enough.
When skeletal joints
hum pain, the machine
is rusted. The metal plate
in my brain separates
here and now into love
and hate like dirt
and soap. So
do you love me
as much as I ask
you? The thing
about the injured
is burning, angry.
I am standing
on a cliff with
thin, black, hairy
creatures-
avenged
and breathless.
