He’s mad at me again. I’ve been a loud uncontrollable thing. I crawl into the bed at night and soak the sheets. So he puts the little rat in my mouth. He says: swallow the mouse. First he insists that I suck on the fur and clinch the tail between my teeth. Feel the little whip lash between my lips. Worship is done this way: take one life into another. Get my tongue clawed up along the way. Fuck the words. I never deserved them. That’s why he stays quiet while he shoves the rodent in.