Man is an intelligence in servitude to his organs. -Aldous Huxley

I'll spill in trade for a pinprick of trust.
I'll lift my arms if you'll pretend
you see my ribs, the cage exposed.

We could build a campus on our coke wounds
and charge forty thousand dollars a year, the
buildings ivory. Yeah,

but your teeth are whiter than mine, you butterfly
emerged from the cocoon of canker metal
I never entered, and never shrugged off.

The new moon on my nails. You have enough
stars for the both of us, if you're
willing to share.

stress

it makes my pulse hammer and
my stomach hurt

Cut

My father's parents' parents escaped the Holocaust
by going to Brazil, & now there is
a redhead Eastern European branch
of my clan in São Paulo.

the rest is up to you

Sugar cocaine rots a hole in your brain
the old man told me and I
listened:
because I trust my information when it comes from the mouths of sources

..........with experience--