Monolithic

purse your lips until they’re white

drag me kicking into night

didn’t I want to be free

or do I want to be right

only you can deprogram

only you can understand

only you can take the blade

and cut [the gag] from my mouth

the dusty book on your endtable

taught you how to make a lethal

fragmentary detonator

from common household thoughts

you put a fistful of salt [in my eyes]

this is what it was like

my thoughts

my eyes

my face

my skin

my heart

my bones

are slowly

becoming computerized