dump site, grave yard, parking lot, dandelions pushing through the cracks, dandelions coating the pavement, dandelions filling your lungs, my hands down your throat pulling them out, all for me for me for me. you quiver. i can't be sure of your pain, but i can be of your pleasure. of how easily i can reach inside. of how empty and barren you are, except for crushed, slick, yellow.
















