With Apologies

Oh rosy empty how I wouldn’t dare
Oh rosy empty how I wouldn’t dare to
scratch you with an unclipped fingernail
some places you have to clean yourself before you put your

Before you let your thumb-troughs cling
to the all-smooth wall of what wants
to be unwanted. But empty potential is our
bribe, it’s why we want to live, to invent it in the middle of history

fucking colonialist settler shit-heads’ll kill anything to invent wet
dreams before they gasped on the gluey tailpipe of animal sewage
Stupid beautiful fictions with their worded anus
how they wouldn’t dare to with a tool or a breath begin to

with an ink-drum hush