Part Nine

I suppose I am not really writing to one person
but ten
or maybe thirty

Each new mood
is a new being
rising up to the surface
Each passing sigh
Each moment
a point of war

The top seven fight
just beneath the skin

Scary monsters within
defeated phagocytic beasts
dissolved on the leukocytic tongue
like homemade ice cream
with peaches
and a third of a can
of frozen lemonade

their chemical bond torn and converted
into comfort food

gnu's not unix