If a body is what you want,
then here is bone and gristle and flesh.
Here is the clavicle-snapped wish,
the aortas opened valves, that leap
thought makes at the synaptic gap.
Here is the adrenaline rush you crave,
that inexorable flight, that insane puncture
into heat and blood. And I dare you to finish
what youve started. Because here, Bullet,
here is where I complete the word you bring
hissing through the air, here is where I moan
the barrels cold esophagus, triggering
my tongues explosives for the rifling I have
inside of me, each twist of the round
spun deeper, because here, Bullet,
here is where the world ends, every time.