i read another headline on winter pillars’ liquidising.
think of you and wet my knickers.
what is the causal relationship between humans
certain of our deaths.
you said we are all dying slowly; wake up
to this saturation, come over,
here where i pray so quietly and get panty-soaked.
contemporary life slots our minds
into boxes made by suicidal employees in china.
so why don’t you enter me
while we’ve still time. signifier of want amidst snowmelt,
icebergs and sloe deaths,
dried stems crackling amidst drowned skulls.
now is the confusion
of liquids and impulses, clickbait and affective disorders,
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