I know what you think of me.
A mildew manifesto on your pillow,
My head. A template for seduction.
Clinical. Nauseating. Recycling bodies.
The foreign odour. The song of the banal.
Absorbing you, absorbing us, eating me up.
You lie as you create and I pretend to like the obscene.
The gore that your body emulates and I
Holler even though I want to sing.
“Black and Red” by John White Alexander (1856-1915)
