satyr and applied pressure

what he said, what he said, what he said.

wrote
rote

through my ears, fused with the skull. broken lit frenum. wires twisted until they snap.

that extremely soft area of an infant's head where it's just tissue.

the thought of "sutures."

you (he)
pressed calmly, but insistently, pressed
steel through the front lobe.

afraid of being thankful