Glasseating Contest

I sank lower into a pit full of ghosts

I saw their burn-scars and missing fingers

I saw the bricks and metal of Chernobyl

I heard the soft fretwork of Lou Reed

I grabbed at a passing ledge and lifted myself up onto it

The water - pus in a bee-sting

“People like that shit their pants I bet”

“I heard so-and-so kissed her cousin once!”

“People like that shit their pants I bet.”