III

I'll put a crack to it. My heels slam a crack in it. Twirl that warm Summer air around my mouth and squeeze its last drop. Help wring your neck and shoot my heart. Starting a new reality without the ghosts, without the mammoths, one where I’m there for you and with nothing inside. Where people say what they are and do as they say. Put an axe to it, wedge, wring and wretch your tender until nothing inside. Clasp yours with mine. Desterilize us. Rivals beholden to this giant field.

Before your open your mouth, shut it.