hairpin

spinning stainless steel
so fastly
your rotten flesh peeling off inward
your inner throat

does not stick on
for so fastly like baton
like church choir, round and round
descending

dear maria, it

is painful, see
the bitter juice of my eyeballs run
over dry river bed shallow for years
untouched

the reflection of a gurgling
staircase to hell with sting
of a light from the pin
furthering

this isn't your aspirin, the pain the pain
of droplets of melted straw drawn out
with your coloured agony
such inept coherency

has driven you to swallow
this stripped sun. hold on fastly now
to the railing, or you will fall
hard.