Lobster Shift

Mathilda Armiger

i want to mummify

your flesh you’re ablaze

beside my bag of bones

so i can’t sleep you’re so

still and i want to burn

your gold wreathed

limbs for slipping so

swift into the dripping

deep i want to kick

in your soft brinks if

you breathe so loud

one more time lining

your sagging smoker’s

lungs with the biblical

dust of my rented room

above the chinese shop i

want to take my grease

run hands down down

down your hot red mouth

slip in your wet gorge of

a neck let it squeeze my

fists in ecstasy i’ll crawl in

disappear amongst your

clotted viscera let me hide

for a while against your

spine and devour you from

the inside.