by zach robinson

with regards to Lorena

the walls      of    the jellyfish
pull apart      
we find      i am   (is)  a lie
we find   a story        
so why   be/lieve   no constants

grasp this
i hold a vein and pour blood
[this is my being as defined by six walls]

please is not mine pain (is)
pen betraying penis (not mine)
get me a knifeplease let me be
run from           the end
enjoy the mutilation

note: this poem is meant to interweave between lines, reading diagonally at points as well as left-to-right. this is hard to represent in print. i may scan the original in at some point.