california, in hospitals and jails
you are the street's shadow-kissing
white wombs and leaving gore
dripping from the future of every
"We will have our blondes, by bleach
and by knife!" masturbating furiously,
the executioner's wife dreams of living
three sizes under the expected zone
labeled erogenous. How cold.
We are prisoners of this war;
you wrap us up in helixes
you think you see, your false
security blanket leaves us cold
and rotting on the ground.