One by one, they'll come in three's

breathe half and half with the lips, never fully, half and half and half while your tongue is rolled up inside

there's something legitimately wrong with the character of this zero-year-old. two years, twenty.

i'll start doing it when im skinny skinny and weak and frail with bones on my knees and bones on my cheeks

emotional incest, like a phantom wave wraps the heart from the rear artery,

veins thicken down your throat, clenched jaws cascade among temples

i see you sneaking into the department of death behind me,

Maybe, for you, a name change is in order.

But is this him? is this who I'm meant to be?