my fingers, crawling forward out of the hand like melty worms show me where to put them I come with the tide leaving everything behind walls of the apartment confined spaces my own space the spaces of my body inside out look at my tongue, my throat, it’s red as…

SPREADING pressure contact by the tips of my fingers and squared edge of your thumb, hairs matt and clipped through torn tracks in my elbows and knees, freshly formed and reformed. The new flesh unfurls and smiles away, reveals a mouth of rose and scarlet soft, slick to the air…