Around my neck

Hooked in eyelids open before

Breathing down fire escapes into

Future tense

Melodramatic nonsense

Threads pull on my mouth, the valves

Of my veins,

We’re arguing again

Me and I

Somebody pulls another punchline out of

Thin air I’m never going to be breathing

This off-world non-existence

Snarling at rescue

Undressing from the tangle of

Past expense

Running my hands down

You in whatever body

Adorn us with

Suspense