On average a human will spend up to two weeks kissing in their lifetime;
Let’s calculate the time spent on rolling wheels,
The time it takes for the ache of a spider bite to bloom inward
A dissipation of flesh you cherish like a badge of disappearance, like flight.
Making caverns that engulf anyone, regardless. (But especially you.)
And you are always a sedentary being, propelled and thinking
of kissing someone with no face. And dreaming of a new landscape that always unfolds as the same
body, already mapped out; impossible.
How many months, on average,
spent inventing a lover?
And how many lovers have stretched you out until your limbs grew too long and ceased to support
Here streets stretch out a glittering ash tray and I walk around thinking of being in my head
And missing raw lungs, missing smoke
The freedom to inflict small pains
The knowledge that numbing selectively
Is a survival tactic I have applied,
Imagination abused and dulling this sensation.
I keep inventing you.
You are a story,
that I read with compulsion.