i have their stories crawling
all over my skin i want these stories
to be crawling all over your skin
i want their dreams to be your dreams
and their nightmares to haunt your
bloodshot eyes i want the hatred that
is thrown at them when they speak up
to be like lycra on your skin, you pull
it off but it snaps back, black and sticky

i want you to hear their cries when they
spend so many tears over you over this over
the way you have tarnished their lives irreversibly
and most of all i want you to share in this fear
this culture of fear you have created
that wraps its misty forked tongue
around me slowly
i want it to wrap itself around you

go on
that is something you can kiss
without asking