time for this, a new delirium, tagging along just behind my uprooted teeth which now lie forgotten in fine sand. see now which way i go. do i go up, perhaps out to sea? forward is meaningless now; there is no forward now my teeth are gone. there is no forward now i lumber along, the untidy mass of constituent parts, i’m unfurling out into water and my bones how they roll gently and collide before they bob in my green blue. small small cacophony.
my face is fixed behind me with an uneasy grin drawn across my naked back. i wear it slung across my shoulders, melting shawl, drip drip - you miss your teeth, don’t you -
couldn’t i have been better? i think i could have. i tried hard, so hard. i plucked each organ out and tasted it, i let my own heart throb in my mouth --
i long for you, you know. i love you and i think i’m not supposed to --
but tumbling out goes the deer carcass i hid inside my belly, ugly rotten thing, secret after secret peels off revealing this ‘well-hidden’ necrosis.
reeking creature,
shamble on and don’t stop - go underground if you must - i’m sick of you, we’re all sick of you, you broken baby animal, irresponsible to the last.
swallow your fucking teeth and be done with it.