im sitting in my bed 
tail bone tucked beneath knees
that keel over inside your 
bedroom 
when your ready to let
my heart  
swoon
backwards over bedsides and bedside tables 
i rock my indifference
against the 
alarm clock 
rock rock 
elbows 
gray sludged mug 
shot 
shit 
you saw my innocence 
and now it wears the magnificence
of injected pores
the wasteland of my body
is sold and sealed 
in your drawer
convenience 
of a body mine 
exploitation 
without a fine
cause’
all my friends are
decomposing logs
that 
swog the bogged 
down embers of
remember your
institutionally blessed
initiation rites 
i rather walk in forests
naked white
where my wasteland becomes
an entity
of 
wholeness
and the slowness
of your fingers
impedes 
wild pure
my body
is
mother earth’s
couture