By Nate Maxson
The assumption is that all veins connect
But they don’t, It’s like Christianity and diesel fuel
Water fuels flesh like gasoline, kerosene: the resurrection
But the ascension
Is a leaky faucet at best
It’s all fuel though, and when we’re intuitively metaphoring water to gasoline
The only question left
Is how badly do you want to burn?
Nate Maxson is a writer and performance artist. He is the author of several collections of poetry and lives in Albuquerque, New Mexico.