DISASSEMBLED DIRECT

Ribcage prods protruding heart (master of escape),

speared like a hooked fish flopping:

Clunk

like your body thumping down a flight of stairs,

clunk

like sonic detritus left un-plucked,

clunk

like my head alone

tumbling

clunk

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.

Here-

a ripe wound festering obsolete; an archaic illness in a modern woman.

Hear-

hysteria rising like the titanic, and what is the iceberg that sunk my ship?

***

together

we are spinning

alone

the earth stands still