pound

that stellar

construction

does it feel

punch here and here

thousands of lines

supposed to be hugging and

choking this love

sharp, tacky

slavish and splintered

enslaved

words trapping

and calling

-out to be noticed

whisper this way

whisper

right

on top

ask again

does it feel

elbows

steel in construction

ribs bruised by

giant hands

three empty couches with no one to fill the void

dive beneath

the soil

our birth

quicksand from one

thousand feet up

drive into the soil

find life, find yourself some life

those giant hands, always

again again

split solid ivory by kissing that

rib

cage

still, still grinding. Now I

have no

mouth, or seeing eyes, or vapor breath

untangle this dusty apparatus.

here, make

You