Doggystyle in paradise

I smoke to

see my breath

at its best

and to know

that I am alive,

at least for a while.

Sure, a shorter while

if I didn’t huff and puff

but that’s the sacrifice

of knowledge

outside of paradise.

*

Hold nothing

against me

for I do not

hold myself

against you –

I just write

about how you

chomp on my lip,

cutting it with incisors

made for meat like me,

while you ask me

if I like it baby

and

I gurgle like a baby

with the blood

that makes me learn to

speak again in

and through my leaking

self.

*

I’m sure

the first time

Adam and Eve

had sex

they thought they

were inside

paradise

with their limbs

like claws,

their mouths

a testament to

animals devouring

animals,

and their bodies

in a position

reserved for dogs.