the blood is built to clot. so to not
let the lot of it
leek; into an opened air calvary
branding for keeps-singing,
u bleed like passengers in an airplane
sleeping, letting the rain drift off
unnoticed, until the landing strip appears,
on schedule; and then you forget the names
of your neighbors standing in line for taxis
u bleed like jokes written for lawyers,
because its funny when it's balanced.
we are funny, levied between floors and a
lifetime of light
of words uninvented, to keep
the sounds inside
and the hands soft
but it feels right to touch. fingers sailing,
north to south, learning everything
there is to know, while the mouth is closed
and nothing is spinning.
not even the watch you keep
on your nose, letting me know
when its time to leave.