i’m addicted to the shiver
skin stripped down to
bright bones and without the question
the answer
the question
i don’t have the
we don’t want the
you don’t need the
me-i-my-am-singularity
(o why do i allow myself to do this?)
i’m caught up in the river
flesh flared up in
crumbling calcium phosphate and without the wonder
the apathy
the wonder
i caused now and
we caused eventually and
you cause then and
my-i-am-me-singularity
(o why do i never listen to myself speak?)
i’m left alone when i quiver
sinews stretched across this
cracking cartilage and without the desire
the need
the desire
i wanted you and
we wanted us and
you wanted i and
am-i-me-my-singularity
(o why do i continue to push you away?)
