Cortices trail your shadow,
umbilical tastes left intact.
We develop from formulas
to recipes. We begin to jelly.
Lips fall from putty smiles. Nobody
sets. I melted for winter. You cook
cobweb smirks through bricks
like brown sugar: that ethereal
clanking when we clatter
like dropped lollipops,
how jawbreakers giggle
through vending machine intestines.
I’m made from homebrewed indulgence
and caramelized roadkill: bones jut forth
from bastardized earths
like sucrose mountains
peaked by broken teeth.
You are slimy with the gum of tomorrow.
Go home. This world infects your mouth
your tongue post-
marked by tires.