i found the eternal sunshine of the spotless mind
on a wednesday afternoon, with drooping fierce eyebrows
and death-dark eyes piercing my fragile humanity with a rush of poison
weaving through my spine and into the depths of my unprepared testicles

i arrived there to inquire about the resolution of a recent financial situation.
she sat behind this very desk before i was born, and will remain there long after i'm dead,
with her two steel-rod index fingers chomping down on a sauce-filled keyboard.
what a woman.

the sun one day will burn out, yet she will always rise like a prehistoric predator
with the planets huddling around her enormous stomach for warmth.
and without an ounce of mal-intent, with one hardened look, her heavy pupils
will discard my soul into the trash bin of eternal history