little snake

I dissolve, 

right away,

on contact. 

Nothing to it.

Drip, drip, drip 

and I am gone.

My head is

plenty empty,

like your bones

just laying there. 


I have become an entire city of lights and clouds and the river

and heroin needles and broken bottles and men who have frozen in the night;

curled up and wrinkled like hairless baby mice

kept in the freezer,

swallowed whole and cold by poison or strangulation and 

love kept in a tank.