Your face; raw and homeless,
a burger with a fried yellow yolk, slapped
like thick rolls I want to slobber
Baby black hairs are rivers twisting
through your navel
Your hands are infant bottles;
teach me to drink!
Suckle on ink cartridges
Tell yourself to behave,
On that day your eyes were dim
caves holding my face underwater
that our van days were stupid, we should’ve coughed
up our guts during those rusted riffs
It took two years for me to learn how to live
on a plate and become your meals
Your mouth braided words
like flaked charcoal on my blank canvas
skin and I ruined every inch
of your home with pleasure
until the day you wore my
red blister ribbon
in a knot around your fat limb
Courage became distorted inside your ribcage
and I felt tall
City lights ate you up,
crunched on your sewn skin like leather
How do I compare?
Welcome to the New Year,
leave your shoes at the door.
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"Countdown" discusses time sensitivity in a relationship based on desperation.