Ethology Observed

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Alex’s skin-pop bulged,
Composing the outline of a bell
From his chiming pulse
Resounded an overcast
Across needle pokes
Thin and black
As the pupils that dotted his eyes.

I
“Slouched towards paradise”
Off the couch
Stared at his stumbles
Through a constricted glare
As he annunciated words
Lazy like his posture.

He ran from paradise.
His arm
Numb and false.

I slept on his couch-
Concerned about naught
And sex.

We found company
Days later,
“Want to see a trick?”
He asked.
“Sure,” I replied.

With a new syringe
He stabbed where the skin-pop occurred,
A smile draped
On his pockmarked cheeks.

“I can’t feel that!
I lost all the feeling!
I have no fucking nerves there, dude”

And for 10 minutes
We took turns
Piercing his flesh
Laughing like young boys
Frying ants
With a magnifying glass.

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