I'm a Primate

by shira (amy lipman)

I feel relief when your voice is flat
End of an era
Back to the Midwest
Far past the mountains
Onto a landfill
Satiated with sewage
Reaped from your cleanser
Kept in the shower
When you wash yourself clean
After a night with me

The pipes reach below ground
Then wind past my house
My parents inside
Tell me you’ll be my husband

I make your chest toned
When I weigh your heart down
With my airy head
And my plummeting neck
Onto your left side
I hear a mouse run
Round and round on a wheel I’ve coined
As my new invention
Stolen from primates
I keep at my sides
The id is released to scramble; hides