DEATH WISH

Come to me because 

we are only paradox hunger, 

no bigger/ greater than the
saltine residue of the movies
we agreed to watch. 

Please be pre-prescribed,
but also be deflatable,
as beautiful as the smiley face 

on the plastic bag
weighted down with ketchup. 

Be rancid compost,
be fluorescent pollen,
coat all the windshields

and smudge the sheets. 

Be the feathers left after 

one bird eats 

the other.