your dark amputations crawl and appall spidery, unsafe.what glove
what leatheriness has protected me from that shadow the indelible buds knuckles at shoulder-blades, the faces that shove into being, dragging the lopped blood-caul of absences. all night i carpenter
a space for the thing i am given, a love of two wet eyes and a screech.
white spit of indifference! the dark fruits revolve and fall the glass cracks across, the image flees and aborts like dropped mercury