wigglefree

your kick knocks in my side mirror
I love it
I want to feel it in my lifeless tissues when I'm done in
smoke slips from the side of the black truck and folds over the bulkhead like fingers
earlier alone
and angry in the water
ease wouldn't come to me, but emptiness did
the groan of the ventilation has a depth reminding there is vulnerability surpassing being naked or weak, promising to suck me in
at the same time lulling me towards the trance beginnings of sleep that only infants and those seduced by the mid-day gluttony of nothing see