—I’M ALL MESSED UP, I’M SO OUTTA LINE

 

 

 

good night moon good night father

 

 

while you snore I spend the night traversing your mouth like a derelict vagabond on occasion resting by a jagged molar noticing how your breath smells like turpentine and death noting how your tongue resembles a salmon-colored dragon its flame stilled for the evening slumbering sweating obscenely prepping itself for another day of blowtorch slaughter