fish brains under the sludgy tips of my fingers and 

i doubt this was the nautical coffin it was looking for 

orange-yellow scales under the bloody tips of my fingers and 

this kind of murder gets real plush and personal,

angsty masochist 

pops all the pink, swollen hearts orbiting in a toilet-water galaxy

tuna fish girl 

wears grape jelly lipstick and a fishbowl over her head 

caught in an empty dream 

of cold fevers and nebulous surfs 

i’m a drunk astronaut floating 

when the cosmos clash in love and planets split in two 

like soft destruction

i fall victim to the tender horror of fish teeth poking through my skin 

with my wet tummy full of

lovesick buzzards instead of midsummer swallowtails 

i curl 

into a broken womb 

into a tarry honeycomb 

into a cottonmouth’s hungry jaws 

and prick my hollow lips with a barberry thorn because 

it’s just a sappy tragedy i continue to kill for