A way in, way out

Your saliva In the crevices of your canines While your body lie In the sediment of mattresses Sickly thickness Physical layer emotional distance Whatever you make it be. Forgive it Forgive me I’m sorry Yet I am not. This body This brain It’s all make-believe; Synthetic lint Swept behind the dryer. Bits and pieces, fragment…

Bloody oranges

Pierce the fruit, ripe and supple. Blood dripping down your chin fingers and skin. Peel perfume; Citrus zest. the orange wears red lips and whiskey breath. Good with lemon and lime, likes seltzer too. Orange cream-sickle too good to be true. Take a bite, she’s juicy. Grapefruit’s cousin You may not like her, but that’s…