welcome to the square in my shouldersan ache as if i once had wings but wasnot allowed to rememberwelcome to the small of my backthe hair of my spineof the dogof the bitchquite literally i cleanse your palatequite honestlyi could bring a hammer downwood plank to plankto summon to stopperthe sweat of my noseit rings of salt to bind the nighti’d rather hide insidewe are chased into our bodiesour bodies chased into crisisthe present tense pulling the futureout from under us so i walk leftleft left right left one footin front of the other to the blazeon the horizon where nothing shinesjust burns left left leftright left but never in linei write me do what i fearmake each word a toothmake each tooth a fangarrange the crookedmeans and end the silenceafter the barking halt of touchthen sound of bone saw and pixelyou bit i bite we bitemultiply that by a citynow raze the cityto raise a flagnow pressyour hand over your heartcount the measuresarrows in a quivera rose to my third eyea retina scan to accessthe contingency plan we made at the edgeof the end where somehow in bursts flowers still bloomwe will melt down our coinsroll our oatsink our wrists with cherry blossomsshould we separatethe big wave is coming and i am still trying to impress youthe big wave is coming and i still can’t jump a fencethe big wave is coming bows at the readythe big wave is coming she is comingnot yet curtainsa factory resetgrandmothers praying in old tongueshair cut shortholy water boiling on the stoveto summon the cadaversthat rise with the riversfor when the doors are knocked inhot metal to force my poem where my mouth isas a kingdom in the 21st century buys one nationto obliterate anotherour commander pins the future to a magic orband gives ol’ reliable a spinhe is rewarded handsomelywhile the children starve.as practice i light prayer candlesthe way one would a spitwe are royally fuckedunless we tenderize the rich.