KIOSK 62
Ribcage prods protruding heart (master of escape), speared like a hooked fish flopping: Clunk Clunk Clunk like your body thumping down a flight of stairs, clunk like sonic detritus left un-plucked, clunk like my head alone tumbling clunk
MADI DEFRAIN
towards greener pastures where the sky is bluer than hospital masks & the trees are taller than sunset-stealing skyscrapers. *** I am a language spreading dry on the tongue. Herea ripe wound festering obsolete; an archaic illness in a modern woman. Hearhysteria rising like the titanic, and what is the iceberg that sunk my ship? *** together
we are spinning
alone
8
the earth stands still
