Milkweed
Jonathan Meiburg
Sift through
What’s shining
Watering down the weeds
I think you enjoyed it
Look at him
He’s wrong
And he knows
He enjoys it
Warm bodies
Cold energy
Tungsten
Radium
Hexane
He enjoys it
As he severs himself
The door
Glides open
The door is
Shut tight
The ceiling
Is sinking