I sink into a tiny place
of the infinitely great.
A hole under water
filled with criminal embryos
nested in the heart of rust.
My universe of rejections.
My universe of rejections.
It swallows me up
with a gaping mouth
and sucks out the sap
for the starving down below.
A beating of feet and arms,
fear comes on all sides.
Stockpiled inhibitions taunt me
under the humus.
Danger crawls on mosaic.
A hole under water,
The more I say “no”, the more he says “come”.
Yours would be warm or cold,
underground, aerial.
Mine is liquid, scentless, oppressive,
a pond.
