I'll turn you around
I'll sponge paint over your cracks
Tightening
Jaw clicking
Night comes on like espresso
Tiny shots
Tiny shots that linger
Where is the heaviness and dragging blood logged limbs that accompanied the afternoon?
It's the flesh missing the flesh- so timid it grew aluminum siding
Every cell in prayer
And a stomach spilling all the secrets, splashing them around as if the body were a soundproof studio
When twenty arms reach for you, how do you shake all of their hands without feeling under attack?
A no words left to say kind of evening.
No partition to remove.
A movie and a sad song to get through another day.
Who else longs for charity?
Who counts the donations?