Unhealthy Twist

Say it. Repeat it. Again. My name, slick oil spill

slipped second, lost eternity, y que, qua

lengua language mylar streamers slither between my ears,

my mind molar, my syllables

verticle back stroke, aerial off shore diving

drilling deep gray cloud cavities

vacuous mouth crypt, empty lair of dust and earthen

air. Skinless. Skinning that word back again like kernels of teeth off corn

paper cuts, web-bubbled drool-dribbled

hollow human heart balloon

take flight

pop

into this cadaver swamp

if this is all there is, these fireworks of fleeting tooth marrow

then leave me

gutted like Ophelia

ephemeral museum manic pixie

frozen in toxic oil

buried on the tip of your dead tongue.