Mike, you're my best friend
Niko Magnussen
someone:
Grab me by the jowls
Cram me into the radiator
Turn me into a rooster roast
Or eat me alive
Please.
please
You wrung my neck and hung
my limp chicken body from the hotel curtain rod.
While I sit on the toilet in surprise
burning my hands on the stone that just dropped from my chest
dirt falling
Bulldozed,
concave in the cracks in the tile
You're taking a cold shower.
I hand you the single-use soap
sweep up my mess
And with a stick of butter, write I love you on the cold mirror
I turn the thermostat up.
I shove my heart in my borrowed pants back pocket
and hope you see yourself clearly in the
grease-polished glass
At night, mold spores come forth.
Crashing into the light switch and kicking shut the bathroom door,
my body erupts in blisters
It was dust and moonlight
and I'm not wearing my glasses
and you've gone again to talk to the girl next door.
I smother myself to sleep
Pillows stuffed with my own plucked feathers
What do I mean to you? When you hold me, when you tell me we're eating take-out on your bed, when you buy the butter...?
I would steal a three piece suit to wear to your funeral.
I'd spoon-feed myself to your corpse
I'd let myself love you.
I'd let myself love you