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