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.