hot blooded. my my my.
sleepy world
boy are the youngsters out tonight
I’m waiting for my eyelids
to sink in themselves
and my goosebumped skin
to even out
with my butter knife, like frosting.
I’m so ravenous my hands
turn into claws,
sharp and padded shadow casts.
I’m an empty cup waiting for tea,
sugar cubes to be poured in.
I cut a slip in the screen door
to let the flies in
and paw down the night.
Is it not filled with bodies?
Innumerable stars, you are
my only companion,
cold and asking to be slapped.
Do me a favor
and smother me
if not with something like love,
then with a sweet wet towel
or a cute little pillow.