ra

i observe you
like a snuff film

i don't want to watch

i don't want to feel what i feel

it's my jealousy
i know

i need a civilization
to be wiped from existence

for the moon to crash into the earth
for the sun to explode

i can feel a pair of lips on my cheek

maybe the ghost of a bullet

in a bar-scape
your body is the center of it all
like a star

where primitives can worship you
where you can be

you