Fuck, I messed up—Dee licks the tip of her finger
and smears it across my eye. I smell her spit,
its lunchbox comfort. Blink of cinnamon gum
and ethanol. The room pumps warm-blooded
and smears it across my eye. I smell her spit,
its lunchbox comfort. Blink of cinnamon gum
and ethanol. The room pumps warm-blooded
with music, beats heavy against the
