Red beams upon my chest in a nightmare
which burn into my skin a strange tattoo –
two turtles making love on a highchair,
while underneath, a figure crawling – you!
I know that I can’t put on any clothes
(your face will smear and I’ll be much worse off).
I hide the image with a giant nose
that bursts out of my mouth with a hard cough.
I wait for night to leave home in this state.
I slither through the city by side streets.
A patrol catches me. I shiver, wait.
With red beams on my chest, as hope retreats,
a cop with your voice coming from the glow
says, “You can drop the nose now, we all know.”
