Hey baby, you seem so harmless. Your energy is sweet, like you
won’t do me too much damage. It’s not that I think I couldn’t take
it— this heart is a lot less kinky these days. In this economy,
everything has a number of uses. I mean, on the scale
of indestructibility, I’d rank pretty high. I’ve learned
how to be angry, and I like it. It’s like patting myself on the back
and saying aw, you do care about me, buddy. I have enemies now
and I find it most pleasurable. My skin is glowing. It’s just that the last
time someone picked up the glass of me, they discerned all
of its contents, even the most insoluble. In my disquiet veins, at least,
that feels finite.