insisting on placebos

Under my tongue where the best bacteria giggle at me
hopes for your kisses pile up until I almost choke

"Forgive me. Please,
I have no memory of hopskotch,"
as i sink into the happy misery of being a man

Every eyeroll is an eggroll here,
but I'm not hungry in my dreams
except for you and the gas of our cabbage love.

"Do you have any clue,"
you start
and see the magnifying glass
hanging from my left luxated eyeball

"never mind."

the pill for me is white
we pretend
it will cure us
but deep down we know
i can't see like this


the hypodermic is full of viscious fluid
where syrup should sweeten me

i take my shots where I can get them
and swallow my pride with another
bit of the drips from your lips that I call love-or-something-like-that,

"Shut up,"
you say,
"and do me."

The bacteria know what's next
even when I don't,
"Shut up,"
they say,
"and do her."

my needle feels good
I think and we laugh
about anti-biotics, plastered in paris
and the inner animals we save without the help of a doctor

you nurse me
back to sanity

thank you.