sacrospect

Moments after after puke. you
are clean and pure and sad the air can touch again,
fill you with such sin again
again; don't you know that's how it works?
Spit hand, bloody fang, muck-in-eye:
wrong's the point and eaten any
any way it's gotten's just a drip,
whatever's in the blood's whatever gets it up could be
your sink scum lover,
i could be your crooked handle
pulling back into and flee,
ladling all your lacking in the moments
moments after after puke it's pink; you
are clean and pure again, again, again