thus

each house holds a different passenger.
when you console you speak to yourself.
there are plenty of words at my disposal,
i dispose of each as i use them.
last night i threw a tampon out a car window-
thus, the city. Disposing, disposing.
i definitely do begin to belong to the beast
and our flame suits me up for battle.
but we're all in one thing together, and that is
the ride toward absolute and total possession.
and where does the power end up?
this is just this reality. the real danger is
in knowing i may have to live it