CC#6: Threat Level
A heartfelt poem disguised as relationship advice disguised as a long-winded complaint
THREAT LEVEL
I can feel every single thing and I forgive you. Threat level: teddy bear. You make me break down muscle tissue and bone, digest myself to maintain healthy blood sugar levels. I feel calm and connected. I feel a close, feral breath on my neck. Threat level: cortisol. Threat level: adrenaline. Tooth and claw and nail-polish remover. Blood-scrawl, dirty talk, twitchy like a Geiger counter. Threat level: IKEA. Evacuate the building and take only what you can carry. Threat level: your average Tuesday. The lizard brain is not your friend. Threat level: Facebook flirt. Lizard-men are scaling the walls—this is a take-over. That is a kitchen knife. Threat level: the last piece of chocolate. You make me oxytocic, amnesic, cold in my bones like stained glass, shiver like a bird of paradise in winter. You make me forget how to tell fight from flight. Threat level: opiate rush. Threat level: Netflix and chill. The sacrificial device is flesh itself. The first step is to let go of the wire. The second step is to reach through the fear, hold it firm, and let that wire sing. Thunder knows no circuit breaker. Threat level: business as usual. You made me feel every single thing and I forgive you.
I love the idea of feeding AI lines of your poetry and seeing what wild visual emerges. Another banger, bravo.