du og meg

I. i learned to smuggle contraband
in my lungs. i learned not to give a fuck.
your teeth are eyes. your body is empty.

II. i don't want your hands near me
until you clean out the monsters
from under your fingernails. i don't want you
to come near me until you clean out the monster
that's hollowing out your throat.
your mouth catches and magnifies the echoes of its growls
into words i don't want to hear.

III. don't show me what's in your pockets.
don't show me your blind teeth. your claws
in my skin and your monsters in my blood.
cut the mirrors out of your eyes
and the monster out of your neck.
i learned not to give a fuck
but i've just forgotten. baptize yourself
in the middle of the pacific.
find a thousand god damn priests
to bless it into holy water.

IV. your body is full: you're gonna sink.
(i learned not to give a fuck.
that doesn't mean i won't care
if you drown. i'll find you a life-jacket.)