our love
is a hard pearl set in a wound
i wove it pink
of my anger and blood
a hard thing
set in the flesh of my heart
i gnaw it there
smooth against my teeth
i am cold
clenching a pink flame
blood warm in my mouth
yet i am cold
cold as truth
in ones and zeros
i am god
of the spreadsheet
my tiny perfection
translucent with pain
clenching a tiny world.