if i bite my tongue much longer i'll choke on blood.   "the issue isn't you; it's my violence   i live a life of limp fists and slit wrists   dead white legs splayed out in    numbered rows      do you want to be   one of those?   i'll never be a safest bet   a woman's safest bet   the triple seven   the safest bet   the winning jockey   the safest bet   the safest bet      my brain's a bomb that wants to blow but my hands say no   my bed's a train without a track and the one route back   is lined with knives all pointed down to the source of the sound   i shake and shake and shake and shake and shake and shake and shake