You euthanized God with your science

and the implication was

that your unkind gestures lacked the repercussions to be easily foiled

My finger is wrapped inside the coils of the phone cord,

it turns white and numbs inside the circles.

I picture it falling off and onto to floor,

rolling across the hardwood like a marble.

My voice is hot and wet and sticking to the universe.

Noxious clouds of nonexistence.

The trees outside are restless,

my mind is brushing back and forth

between the sentences

like the wind

which shifts direction from the East to West and back again.

My eyes are fixated on the color yellow.

Yellow light on yellow skin.

I have vomited out a the most vital part of my existence.

I have given you my very last sentence.