whitenoise knuckles
faced in outwards and
around there are gaps
this lack, lacuna
or selfish blackholing
still, you have
milksour cheeks turned
pasty they drag on
bones and eyes glare
sunwards and driprot teeth
chewing skinsame patches
and ribsharp aches
so many linecrosses
so many ways to
bruise
so many ways to
hold
your head
armheavy
sleepdrink
dreamsoft/cry/fold
so many
rattling thoughts
