Enclose me in your most vivid terror-
Swallow swiftly the texture surrounding...

My flesh left bare-
My truth...

All too rich, too raw, too real-
The delicate palette of life...

Tell me that you love me.
Don't speak of it today...

You hoard your affections in the fear that freely
spent, they would somehow lose value...

I love you like America eats-
Unconscious and automatic...

Like most of you;
Dumbfounded when asked to self reflect...

Sometimes I get so lost (but never with words.)
I'm just the hands on a clock...

I tasted poor this evening when I reluctantly
chose pinto beans for dinner and reminded...

Pieces of her heart-
Were scattered like old bread...

You are no more than a meaty center, a
block of electricity at the core of me...

I am no friend to love.
I owe her nothing...