against the hot Summer pavement
like roadkill, in amazement
Roll me in the dirt
in carpets clad with creases and
cockroaches; there are cockroaches everywhere.

Everywhere you drag me, there will be vermin
There will be unease and eclectic architecture
The world will bend to our will
as long as you hold my cold, karmic carrion

Drag me. Drag me across the hot summer pavement on Sundays
Bend my bones until I am on my knees
until my blisters burn away in the sun
and become bruises, not burdens

I am a burden becoming beautiful
If you stay for a second I’ll be better,
I’m just not better yet.