The woman's stomach is empty
her cheekbones
squashed
like decaying bovine structures.
Her expression is indifferent,
yet her venetian eyebrows
seem vexed.
There is a spider in the corner of the mouth.
For a time
after we became properly acquainted
I became one of her organs
I was never the organised whole
just a proportion.
Firstly
I rested in her bronchioles
and contributed to her asthma
for a while afterwards
we didn't speak
so I gave her a new t.v.
This became awkward
when the t.v license
fell out of her eye.
One tuesday
I opened her Nucleus Accumbens
and told her a joke
I polished her placebo effect
until she crumbled through the pores of her skin
and I coughed
repeatedly.
Once
after I turned off her nervous system
she appeared to laugh immensely
at the state of the toilet.
We laughed so hard
that I turned partially
into a kidney
I knew that soon
it would all be over.
In the afternoons
motivation almost ceased.
I cooked an omelette
and defrosted the basal ganglia.
Our eye movements slowed
and we thought about existentialism
to the point where
we forgot
most of the facts.
