so what if this euphoria is only ephemeral

if tomorrow i find the night absconded

            with my smile

if the man i love turns over in his sleep

and becomes a hollowed out gourd

                          with a horror mask face

if every object of my intimacy becomes ash

i will still thank each marked and unnamed chemical

                   for making oblivion in my blood

dopamine mephedrone amphetamine

you bring opalescence to the meat

you make the abattoir smell sweet

- sam sax