Raspberry

Raspberry 8/2

One hand pulls the forehead taught
            the other            runs sawing at the skin
the nails chewed down to the pink

His head criss-crosses
            a broken map of Europa’s ice fields
Breaking skin            blood font

And he’s handsome enough to
            think about             fucking through
scratches            sudden neck spasms

Lean him against a subway car
            Push on walls            inside him
His tongue flicking in            out