The Replacements
The bed has become a vortex
Of push pull push pull push
Unsure who it belongs to
Screams scurry into cracks of too-beige walls,
Lust and mucus and need splatter
Every surface in heart attacks
Our bodies convex against
What we can’t keep hearing,
Concave to keep it out
There is so much smoke
The mirrors don’t know which way
To reflect, and all I see
Is how good we look in that photo
Before anyone’s tongue had been
Cut out, and let’s replace
The jar of pickled ears
Behind the half-burnt out candles
Whose moans we can’t keep
Hearing, and I wonder when our doubles
Came in and body-snatched us,
And how they managed to place each scar
Exactly as they were
Before my nightmares of a story
About sin, we roll back
Over our rosaries
Praying for sleep
To make us forget
The rest of the words
