Reverse Onanism

Yes, I’m talking about vampires.
Yes, this poem is biographical and also ahistorical.
Yes, there are several tabs open on my computer: Paul Desmond’s Audrey
The definition of autochthonous
The Washington Post Crossword
The front page of NPR
A very bad novel in a Google doc
Yes, I believe I can consume each thing in its twisted nuance.
Yes, my mother was a mermaid.
Yes, my father was the Exxon Valdez oil spill.
Yes, I lost my virginity to a very violent storm.
Yes, it was consensual if anything is.
Yes, the scarlet winter on my tongue.
Yes, divergent in the mist I divulged my love.
Yes, I’m one of those high Romantic types with a salubrious heart and a winged anus.
Yes, I was systematically milked by the most ordinary titan of industry.
Yes, I’d love another plum.
Yes, it took me thirty-five years to achieve homeostasis.
Yes, I will tell you more about that later.
Yes, a jade panther.
Yes, I married the first apple that bit me.
Yes, we will name our child after a slaughtered infantry for good luck.
Yes, if the clock ain’t broken, don’t fix it twice a day, or something.
Yes. a platitude is a type of platypus.
Yes, I am getting undressed.
Yes, I am constructing a vector of mirrors.
Yes, I am getting dressed again.
Yes, in golden panties like a gladiator.
Yes, a tryst of widows.
Yes, I dig Tubeway Army
Yes, I’m still here. Yes, I’m listening. Yes, I’m positive. Yes, you’re very pretty.
Yes, yes, yes, yes I’m coming. I’m on my way.
Yes, I got off too early and now I must walk in a paradox of steps
each halved more than the one before it.
Yes, I’ll always be here sometime between living and dying.
Yes, I know it’s impossible. I built the machine. I know how it works.