(111)

We blink to see the emergency lights flicker:
911,
411,
Without SHIFT-ing this is my emergency voice!
Exclamations disguising themselves as primary numbers!

HELP111
OUR SKIN HAS GROWN OLDER THAN OUR BONES CAN TAKE111
AND OUR KISSES ARE LIKE A SONG:
LIP-SYNCED111

POETRY HAS YET TO GET AROUSED111
The pen strokes need to be HARDER, FASTER:
He needs to FEEL SOMETHING111

Poetry is silent without emotion:
YOU CAN'T WRITE IF YOU CAN'T CRY!
My tears hit the page as 1's.

We are going to remain unpublished
Until the maggots descend.
(111)

Author's Note

unfinished