posted as "at or of what"

the pull: hip to bed / not a heaviness, but a tendency
towards water / languid wants share / bones

groan in response to one another, a who
goes there? singing marrow to marrow

a belly full of pigeon & thrush coos to the expand & contract of wood / bent to pick lint from the seams (of carpet): you find grovel / live with the swallow, put the egg back together / stippled with shrapnel: nails & rust imbedded in your knee caps; stuck in your teeth, your ribs; piercing your belly button / bones calcify in the refrigerator, toes stud themselves into thresh / stretch (like a piano, let me play) your ivory spine

you find your pace a lisp, a lilt,
a melody / some relic of truth,

of dire-- the iron (in your blood)
stream / the lip of simpathy: not
your mouth / take the world (in

through your) sole: a rusty
nail piercing your heel

I am not your talisman

contemplate your wrists masquerading
as promise. you can't steal your
tentacles through the horizontal blinds of my ribcage.
contemplate your wrists. mask this raid
as spit. before this spectacle starts:
squeeze my triggered spine. don't
contemplate. your wrists masquerade
as promise. you can't steal what you are.