I’m always lonely when you’re around

Roaches rustle up

Legs, screams catch in a black box;

Septic words sting, black

mold builds strength over time,

A monster, as you call it.

things my feet catch in high tide:

• venomous brain cells

• manic marrow

• memory-rich barnacles

• fretful fingernails

• fatty judgment

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As if Pan’s shadow,

sighs peel from tongues, contracting

the afterparty

to other galaxies, stars

gust by torrid breath.