this time i’d like to live in the center of the problem
in the heat of your laptop chewing on the battery
fucking up your wifi, swallowing your emails
did you know that IP stands for irrelevant pain
and i’m deep inside your address
dig me out like a coin in the pocket of a cavity and
you need to pay to park. everything stuck
in the depths of decay is yours to keep, burns
acidic on your tongue, grind the sad parts
between your molars, let them spin
down weathered organs, have a breakdown
in your steel wool stomach
here’s a highball of isopropyl
if you’d only take a drag