Eating Glass

Eating Glass
(sequel to Eating Metal)

Veronica's face is so smooth
nothing can catch on it
my fingers scrabble at the screen
trying to scratch off the static like scabs,
mottled glass and skin.

Her voice is like the way air swims alongside a bottle
and ducks into the mouth.
I would give anything to give her
an empty glass of liquor
to be eaten on its own.
Would it taste, and
how like salt?
A high glass diet reduces the
distance between

either side of my pumping stomach
like wet and wrinkled paper, heaving
towards each other
crunched glass weighs, the seen space between

Valentine's cards out of thin crinkled paper
red and pink crinkled tissue paper
held to light, shines
when anything heavy
would punch right through

I'd send Veronica a Valentine she can punch through
I'd tell her how
she tints my tissue stomach red and pink

trying to reduce the glass distance between us

gnawing right through the screen