(no subject)
glass broken like a fever all shattered on the street melting in from the heat, whole block’s popping loud sounds like the universe big bangs that calm down into clusters flattened onto pavement. the whole, here, dust of dead skin floating around until it gets breathed back in and lands inside somebody’s lungs. matter that makes us up, we name it as we go along and the pieces get smaller as life goes on, cells break into cells break into cells. the hole here is just wide enough for man to crawl through, the names we give to what we are while we ignore what we are, whatever we have to do to keep things from breaking apart and cutting hot into the street.