Ready When You Are

by David Andrés Alíx

I would knowingly nod should the tip of your dagger be felt quenching thirst at the oasis found between my fifth and sixth posterior ribs

Drenching itself in oxygen from my left lung and blackish blue viscosity from my right atrium

Rendering me silent

But that will never happen because I am non-existent. You went to a place that is neither love nor hate. I am unworthy of the energy required to produce a thought

Either way I am ready to talk when you are