parking lots
raccoons
rash
***special bonus poem***
owls
infection
islands
Caucasians
machinery
God
intestines
planes
dogs
surgical rubber
worms
bacteria
foreskin
stripmalls
elephantiasis
kittens
soil
Japan
meat
rain
impetigo
winter
Fallopian tubes
urine
topology
heaven
shrines
death
lampreys
doctors
energy
freaks
rheum
crash
boredom
cats
abortion
blood
fat
Europe
babies
steam
subways
trilobites
geodesic domes
mutants
Topological Math
The rapist in his wheelchair tracks slowly across a continent of frozen filth.
My sissy body is riddled with concealed listening devices.
I look out the window and dream of vomit plumes and dimpled yellow fat.
Outside is inside and I can prove it with topological math.
A baby with stubby wings breaks the sound barrier and disappears up its own anus.
The urine-breathed face of someone I don’t know leans heavily against my shoulder.
Is he dead or just very tired?
A lungworm peeks out his nostril, hesitates a moment, then wriggles down his sleeve.
The sun is grey.
I am cold. So very cold.