I would die for the revolution you said and that makes love a hazard— nicotine green rapid movement of your fingers is it vow keep to avoid another? where does my drift take me? Vacuum woods sleep paralysis merging with body folded under moonlight narrative as metronome. waggle finger scalpel voice box—suture reality anew rains sister. gutters gargle her name back into throat floods parking lot A desiring machine. fevered cogs—words clotting at edges sentences. voice? stutter leather weather trimmed hedges heat death long-grass vowels midwest streetlight hum. count wrong things how many people looked away when we came didn’t know what do shouting across eyes— darting smudge light same day on repeated difference question loop needle lifted up eye scratching record until groove learns name. some mornings mistook reflection slow-moving mold skin sporing in mirror’s order wouldn’t if arms were heavy try holding them. forced myself awake fought syrup veins. feel youthful without ache being arranged. expensive an is—and who prices motion? light bent prove was there blood beats are going anyone? hope went hospital— class called like siren. our old roommate projectile vomiting saw piss stains no one cleaned. smell held court corners—sweet rot alphabet along baseboard. you— have made out days. joy size bruise—blooming decides stay roomful dust learning breath. why loving can’t be shared? admiration trespass— hand through fence light? still believe—beneath noise— even arrhythmia kind faith: proof instrument refuses cage.