cross-breeding.

i am fascinated with dying, and

i think i can do it more than once.

i don't trust that you are worth fear.

sometimes, you love me too easily.

i won't write about the apocalypse,

cry for nuclear stalemates, infanticide,

though i am still half-deaf

with all this ringing in my ears.

(and the sky is such an ugly thing.)

why don't we chase the horizon

and put the ocean from our minds?

there is no life i can imagine

without you lying by the radiator,

quietly rolling cigarettes

and memorising science fiction.