The Means

Fine: take it—

all of it; just cut open my veins

and drain me as you see fit.

Endless streams, whatever you need—

sticky-dark, pom-juice red, crimson sweet

down your throat, bottled for sale,

drip-drop dots on on the line of your graph,

so you can prove you made it flow.

When I run out, I’ll apologize, 

flayed open; I should have had more.

Just take it—go—

leave me

to rest.



Caelyn Cobb is a university press editor living in Queens, NY.