Z particles & summer morning rain

i am always bursting whether words, blood, feelings,
hair, my ass feathers, my
impossible feathering, my exhaustion. exhaustive cum eruption coating the

razor-blades scattered over the sheet. piranha
snapping up thru a jar of mayonnaise, eating
thru all the mirrors in the house. amidst the

anisette of sex
dogs, cornfields, & rain
i sneeze across the universe.