bad patient

there's rain on the line
between his ear and mine.
lost in translation, bad patient.
i'm a terrier, a black sheep, half-relation.
he's french, a hack, white caucasian.
we fuck in sadness, a cold frustration.
then we're fine for a while, our hearts adjacent
he types, i read and we clash on the keys.
he corrects, i direct the bones of the text.
but he's silent, too ill, too fragile, too still
and i'm violent and rash, slow down for the crash

çok etkileniyorum.