His nose is bustled in my neck. Hazy. Bigots always saying sorry, While they’re standing over the body. Somehow, somebody’s face is missing. Tantra chain lock collars, unmasked dogs. I can picture the minutes, feel the minutes, Before his body hits the cement. Billboards make the brainwaves sway. Breathing out like a contaminated street vent. Knock me to the ground, watch and wait, Until the slime comes out. Abort the only flesh left. I spy head against brickwork. His smells conquered. Hands limp, freezing over. Snot slides down into my mouth. You’re not mine now. Taken away.