Sex on my face

The fire trucks 
don’t stop for me 
the cough 
reminds me 

the investigation’s 
in my head 
I’m writing a hit 

rearrange me 
my love’s 
a distant screen 

the robots 
are polite 
they never lose 
their patience 

how the mites 
enjoy my environment 
not to mention trillions
 of microbes in my stomach

if I could just shake 
their little paws 
before I kill them 
every morning

◄ Loving Strategies

My Fellow Americans ►


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