A Sudden Catastrophic Deflation of Interest

I’m safe inside: there’s smoke alarms
And kitchen knives so leave me alone
It’s death outside: commuter vomit oozing solids
And the viruses are hunting for a home
Did I miss my missing something that you said?
I had a sudden catastrophic deflation of interest
In sleep we’re necromancers, resurrecting old romances:
Lick your fingertips and slit open the dead
We move through vacant places squinting through vacant faces
Trying to remember what was so wrong with what we dreamt
Did I misplace the decimal on your manifest?
There was this sudden catastrophic decompression of interest
There’s faeces in the staples of the health reform
«Salvation» is an anagram of «cluster bomb»
Swab the hope from the dimples of the dermoid cysts
To grout the graves we’re banning out of politeness
So stitch your mother to your brother, prey nothing goes amiss
I dare you!
I dare you!