for flux

it is just sometimes everything catches you, and everything runs you, to the ground, colours, and heat, and sweat.

and all you can do is think the same hot triggers, and feel the same heart rash, and say the same bent monuments.

the tape that won't allow any space to lick your wounds, the floor that lopped your feet off, the wall where you hang yourself from a light switch and manufacture planets.

THERE SHOULD BE BIG LETTERS THAT BEAR THE WARNING

for he caught a train, and what still grinds into his skull.

for your smile stirs want.

THERE SHOULD BE

I want you, but am safe goods.