you’re in my blood. like your hair on my carpet. i want to …expel you. remove you. oh what a dream. to not smell you in my sleep. to not feel your medium frame in this corner. this stark white corner. no skin draped so slightly. my spanish blues won’t wash off my hands. i hope you’re thinking of my mouth in church. i hope i defile your thoughts. because you’re still here in spirit. you’re still here.