Fear of Breathing by Alasdair Moriarty
Wires are bound by wires my body shakes with light bursts of current twenty dollars per pill at fair market value but the pads of your fingers run over plum skin my pupils dilate and it's not fair
the stench of a fishwife's desperation your body circling in my irises falling in with a rush of puzzle pieces coated in cortisol the smell of pond scum and angel's hair rot away and love is a sickness meant to be treated by Cipralex
I wasn't meant to sit at this desk to etch your negative into my neural links over and over but every time I close my eyes your rosebushes come to mind and meanwhile I'm looking at the white pages online and Google maps street view and paying to buy your public records