spring?

[morenamuse]

in order to protest the world which is winding up so tight around me
I peel an orange and squeeze the peel to scent the tops of my hands like citrus

I fall asleep to dream of broken bottles
screaming matches and
lost shoes

I step lightly on the bricks- it's all a puddle-
I forget about dancing too
fit my head onto his shoulder
decapitated with my eyes closed
no hands
no mouth
no words

this is eventuality
while we watch ourselves in mirrors
observe angst in rotting footsteps
the mud on our heels

some voice floating in with the morning and the electronic
whir which comes from somewhere
a satanic antidote to the wind

I break the peel and dissect the meat
that stings split lips
and heals