ET EGO BRUT

  1. 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