So You Care? (First Cut)

by Jim Kopetz

At least you fucking care.

As you moan,
inhale deeply.
Your lips have tested an oath.

So dressed up,
and stylish.
You shift gears,
while I speed.
While on speed.
Aggregated as our hands were held high.

You held your wrists up,
as you cuffed mine.
You laughed as you closed my eyes.
And taped them.
To the chest.

Such a dessert,
all dressed up.
Now untape my eyelids!
And I see,
bright light,
such cancer.