my mind’s eye is twitching
so bewitching, the sun,
and hellfire
the spark spiking thoroughly:
agave garden, blazing aflame
the same fire burning us both
take me to your toss-and-turn machine
breathe into my nails
trick me into a lullaby, my sweet eye
it seems you have a tooth for expendables,
cobblestones
may i not complain?
a taut hitch lined in my throat
hitch it when i forget
to tow my weight
the fulcrum point 