last chance left to dance, even when there’s blood on my hands.

You had said, “place a finger through this
chasm and let each pound- thump thump thump- embed themselves into each
echelon of your inner self-” like you are important, like you’re someone, like
you are a fortune cookie or Gandhi or my neighbour’s dog- (I don’t even like dogs)
and now I’m frowning (in indifference)
because I can feel your [...]