after the egg timer dings
by Adrian Kien

someone
will
love me
will
hold my chest
out with wires
will
still the breathing
and
in the heat of it
will
brush my teeth
make’em egg shell sharp
and bend paper clips
to look like my lips
in a like like
kiss of melted plastic bags

Other poems by Adrian Kien in ActionYes #2:
I should know the names of these things
Silk Flowers