- REBUTTAL
I remember you magenta and idle, hiding in plain sight
a fidget of rats in a man-suit. Did you not think I would notice?
You tremble in polyester and I have no pity for the moths
like you – they know what it is they do
I imagine you taut and xeroxed stretched out on linoleum
your saline drip defunct
chewing on consonants like coaxial cables
your world in laminate left-slant font