Sulphuric acid, in context,
creates a meme of intelligent art,
and in my wailing and my waning and my waxing heart,
I strip myself bare like Frank.
Only mine is a more corrupted gesture.
what will we do now, with this irreconcilable rift?
It is not in chains,
not chained to a lover.
I am free,
off her love’s givings.
Now the tree is bare,
like my wound,