shut the fuck up.

red sheets

take this bloated
body, freshly afloat
bruised violet bloomed
belly up, you bet against this
day.

did my feet between your
knuckles tickle?
thought you could
toss flick me to
sea, see if i would
float-didn't settle
soft,

serve me in
cork, swaddled soft, red
sheets, make sure i look
off
olive.