with the others, Joanna?
sometimes I think we should run from them
sometimes that we should chase them.
they horrify me Joanna that you should
have to live in a world with people like that
who do those things, say those things
they touch their lips with their tongues like they want to eat us
they ignore us like they want to let us die
they sniff us like we will make us vomit. They hate our love.
One of them like the 90s sitcom Seinfeld too much
For him, crushing beneath an iron wheel. One too little
Let him be blinded in the wilderness of crows. Speaking of crows
One of them pronounces the initial “c” when he makes the sound
a rooster makes. There is no c. Let his testicles be halved, and the two halves
sewn together and placed in his throat, a third testicle, I love you Joanna..
In the morning after we have performed the third or even the fourth sex act
And fallen asleep I have dozed. I have imagined you dreamed that I was one of them
I dreamed there is nothing I would like better than for you to end it with me, to end me,
to go on alone and inflict on me the punishment of being crushed by rocks.