I want to break you all apart
and take your breakfast, steam
your bloodlines—Hades or some Trinidad.
knock all week, brass on oak
like a turquoise scattering back
and forth in a bathtub until you
find the drain, then a lead ess pipe.
hello conquistador! go expand your
neighborhood, allow the plague for boredom.
find 'outside' as your father left it since
he never expected you to follow.
a swarm of pores, weak
but your skin's still living. "ah, Andrew
you're very kind." keep listening then—
a new priority, girl!
crush the alphabet, at least. your elbow is an ell
lead pipe on the keyboard. you're a lovely dialtone,
there are no vocals, no pulse on the line.
you are all lead pipes, it seems.
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