05 September 2010

Pepper-spray

Pepper-spray 9/5

Admit I’ve got you by the lapels
that your jaw is hinging on a wire – laying
silently – your teeth are popping corn

I am holding you an inch from the floor

Admit that I’ve got your buttons in my fists
that your threads are undoing – rewinding
and jamming the gutters

This is a bloodletting

I am a stabbing