Veering edges mark a chamber lushly
combed, carnivorous. Vents
under the table made light of it.
A celebration moved on hydraulic fists,
its steel shuffle quick
and snapping with pauses,
while the crested central nervous block
made decisions and cut a path. I’d swelled up,
smoke-hardy. Who speaks?
Netting arms were
punched with wire, implausible,
sensitive bands of ice
as arresting as accidents. I’d made my peace
with him but nothing is over.
The cassette tape replaced
some organ, it plays
and then rewinds. The scalp
hung back on the room; out here, hum.