It's simple.
I've imagined
my unrooting
the conditions, not
quarter-life in
headroll
, do not crack your entrance seams
you will need them
before you find them
more scars run up
rungs of a gene ladder prison
I know
wounds
I would know
patterns, if only
I saw them
fangs impatient,
come to
hanging cradle
more teeth marks,
more through the nest
digging
towards birth/
exposure
set the fines,
escape procedure
simply,
a seasoning permission
never the drink's
warm dragging, no
these are teeth//
locking
cracking
unlocking
shovel the bloodwell, and
leave me
my broken case and for moments nothing
to pierce
nothing to shed
nothing on which
to drip//
this is what I've imagined
a compass spider
weaving simple directions
do not be overwhelmed
you do not need
to even ask for a careful skinning after your death and
niether do I
What of this would make me sorrowful?
a body, a bag with a black-eyed navigator
insulating capped vials
uncounted tremors, in long, full leg-gripping
apologies, shame dispassionately tightening
assortments a net, for preserving
flesh and mind and a gutter for the blood
really simple.