as i picked the cold
cum off my body,
hairs trapping mounds of
it, fingers trailing slimed
skin, the bright light buzzed
again in my brain: knowledge
of the horizon: small span of infinity.
the room sat so still so
my screen asked did
i want more, i said
no, screen, but my hands were
tied to their task. screen
did what it wanted to do.
i let the waves
wash over my body,
still here in this world.
MICRO