Something has wrestled you from the Factory
A bite of marzipan between the asscheeks of leatherdaddies
Family tree with no brothers, no sisters
Your spotlight reflects back at my rags
A red cross carved from linens fell to essence, emitted from an angelic visage
Patriarch, Matriarch, Son of a bitch
I’ blind, stumbling backwards like a staggering drunk
Quarantined to leather shared with strangers
It’s campy you know, how your listed
As if anyone had any doubt, who…
I’ve got a little breath now
Tunneled vision leads me back again and again
Now the guards wear dark glasses and speak softly
Your spiked vein trickles vinegar-scented chloroform
Each time I lean forward to try and catch a drop in my mouth
Each time it evaporates
Each time it evaporates just as quickly as it politely sees itself out, hat tipped, coat in arms
We poured out of the same iron snare
I craned my neck to break the embryo just as you did
Siblings by virtue of situation we could have, should have
Been shat out of the doggedly sedated slit of doppelgangers
Twice now I’ve felt this humbling presence
Without hesitation, I’ll promise to never look for another similarity