The effects of radioactivity cannot be described in words
it’s a degree of pain
like the ultraviolence played on your skin
the last time man who wasn’t radioactive
was given 3 shots of whiskey and a death sentence
‘one must still get to die like a man’
where i live, radioactivity is
a bullet that’s too big for the chamber but still fits in
like moulding a sculpture from the inside
perhaps men have been under medusa’s gaze too long
the last woman who wasn’t radioactive
was given 3 shots of whiskey and a mouth sewed shut
‘one must still get to die, trying to be a woman’
4 revolutions and a series of stifling decay are all you need
the price for personal orientation is death.
and 3 shots of whiskey.