fuck me into next week

fuck me into next week

freezing in the
air conditioning

melting
on the street

brain blown out
from beeping

signals
I can't feel

no apocalypse
will save us

there are spots
to be cleaned

the externals
don't seem to last

but feel
eternal here

Petals of Yes

Petals of Yes

under layers of no

there are petals of yes

arrayed in a defense

at points on the stem

intruders approach

from below

releasing powdery substances

received at its tips

it has an immediate effect

disrupting the defense

chemical signals

form a calculated hook

and then all the no's

make up one big yes

faster than a thought

evolution slithers on its back