bedlong
stomach rupture
round the middle torn
hungered far too hard the body
got itself back.
ready set the go has settlted
nested long away from here
where you should be looking
for new parts. the old
were wrongly used
up please
take care of your things
i will not. the longing
devours every organ anyway.
passes through me and in its wake
thought-crumbs remain. mess i
do make of order but
at least i clean up after myself. eating
overleft pieces with the mouth that
opens everything. be not caught
by this key. i avoid the jaw of it, locked
and lonely.
running in my dreams i do the hard work.
i have all together made it but
just barely. barely just.