my heart like an elastic balloon

hot water bottle, supple rubber


sipping in vibrations in

the air, the fire, the hot trash


expansive to the point of chatter

I lash at you


this frequency cannot adjust to the news

to the disappointment


a pinprick of honesty

I tell the truth: penetration


through polychloroprene

a rubber cup suctions the muscles


left of the scoliosis curve

and the garbage spills out


ground coffee from a punctured filter

time to dissolve


into a truth of the dark moon

what else has slipped out, a mess


at the end of this year

bathing in its own pool of piss