Keerihste

I am hyperlinked to your armpit
I am not breathing well
I am panicked by an unnatural
Hairlessness

I am struggling to stay afloat
In your data stream
(truthfully)

I am waving my losing ticket,
Which didn't cost me much --
Just my other arm -- but
Anyway

I am really not breathing well

I am craving your webbed attention
I am thinking of survival
Of allowing my best-laid plans
To suffer confinement
Dimpled skin
And urea

And species transmutation -- but
Anyway

And now I am losing my
Losing ticket
I am calling for digital recovery
I am gagging on my own saliva

Keerihste, I am asphyxiating and
Thrashing away the
Arousal.

But that said, can you lift your
Arm just a touch?

I am too young for romance