  (no title) deceit begins with a promise i retrieve your weepy kleenexes from my floor and place them gently in the wastebin i am the lion gnashing his iron teeth scooping up your brittle bones in my mouth and tongueing them as gently as a lion can do and then tempting like the edge of a subway platform holding my breath before the train rushes by tensing muscles the wall of screeching metal and then and then my jaw slips 11.17.2000 
