Digitigrade Encircling Limp
October 11, 2023
Doors behind doors behind doors behind doors
Turning sandpaper handles
Degloved hands in Biscoff butter
Blood to ink with capillary action
Childhood memories of blood eagle snow angels
Tastes like pennies every time
You see me walk bipedally
You make a human guise chafe me rabid
Words breaking like glass kissing a brick leaving my lips
Your only correspondent
Writes in strikethrough inkblot cursive
Illegible the more I press the page
My prosopagnostic Rorschach test companionship
— Peroxide exfoliant —
Upended pendulum bound to
Fall towards or away from me one day
Extend and tense the muscles of the arm
Fibers pull apart
Melt in agony
Confined to this space
So call me its queen.