If we’ve done this right you’re leaning up against a granite wall at the abandoned warehouse wherethefuckknowswhere wearing inappropriate shoes and a sweat- soaked wife-beater your hair looks fine stop worrying the bullet hole in your shoulder is just cosmetic you’ve caught your breath by now haven’t you forgotten about being so hungry (sorry to remind you) now that you’re hungry again chew the blueberry Bubblicious we stuck in your pocket (but quietly!) and listen carefully to what I’m about to say: We put a microchip in you somewhere but we don’t know where it is there is also something evil in you but we don’t know where there is something benignly homosexual in you but we don’t know where and hopefully we’ll come to find there’s something more than vaguely heroic about you but we don’t know when what we’re saying is there’s a whole new you in there so you better hurry up before it’s too late man listen to me they’re coming man they’re right behind you they are right on your freakin’ tail. Go.
	"This Message Will Self-Destruct In Sixty Seconds" originally appeared in the anthology Poetry After 9/11: An Anthology of New York Poets and in the Verse Press Verse Younger Poets Series.