Fluidity

If I find you,

I will wring you out over paper . . .
. . . drape you out over my imagination's binary canvas.

I will beat you to absolute obliteration with prose.


Dude it's not a threat.
I'm for real!

You want me to hang you up
and pummel you again,
like yesterday?

Do you recall that whomping?
We have been down this road. You and I.
I will own you.
Remember? I found you, used you, and discarded you.

Okay-okay.
Yes I know, I seek you out.

Hey, I'm not the weak one here.

Wait you're right, I need you.

Don't go . . .

Oh my God — I'm tired of your shit.
You'll be back.

Will you?

Wait!