I.
you put them
on the horny

and unlovable
promise that they’ll

collect my bones
they think bones

are easy to
collect you don’t

even get your
feet wet I long

for something
half-dissolved in

my bed milky
eyes long long

fingers an O of
a mouth O

II.
scream I long
for something

with a little shock
wave swagger

who knows blood
boat dialects

something to
follow me down

Santy Ano
to watch me

scatter on impact
who can suck

the marrow out
of my phalanges

III.
pang fathom
four where my
femur once slept

bone tryst let
the horny and
unlovable promise

I long for rancorous
tea I long for
something with matted fur

IV.
a wilderness like fog a
hunger like a packet

rat take all my
ruin that you

find you tacky
thing you put them on