bug bites

the exchange:
smiling mouths
the same shaped lips
same color and glaze.
emitting laughs and satire,
while hands pass forth
handles;
clear and
plastic.

in the dark,
footsteps slick against pavement.
lack of light and
additions of it in
small tubes of energy
and orange glows

chemical burn,
technically.
menacing in percentiles
of ones or maybe
twos.
but when stirred into blood
in a crystal cup with a
glass stirrer,
percentiles of
fifties and even eighties.

if there was sunlight,
maybe the liquid
and crystal would
refract the light in both your eyes.

nerves convulsing
yet numb.

the ultimate
is like drinking water
until you believe you're about to
explode.

intense and foolish
yet
perfect and humorous.


and for the first time in maybe
forever
the sun stares into your car
kisses your eyelids
and wakes you.