Droplets of silhouette wet a slack monitor
I process security as an ur-text with bacchanal kelvin
restlessly decimal and passionately velveting
Safety she breathes through an open phone line
as warmer weather drags salt back to leeching basements
Everything I know about it could fit in a lax outline
Thanks for getting me off she says
The hottest spot on the human body dodges me
and burns docile trains into my eyes
I couldn’t be more inconvenient to her
There’s a complimentary ring-sizer on its way
but the path to her door is up swept with galling pavements

Death here pounds up the stairs bursts through my door
and screams into my ghost of a face