My belly reveal my insides
Again:
Gears,
Springs,
Coils,
Gold Numerals
And
Hands.
H a n d s:
I ache to feel yours
On me:
Repairing
My
Transparencies--
Gluing up the
D a m a g es.
You said I had
Light in my face;
Some static anticipation,
Something looming
And
Too late,
And r o o m
For reflection.
Luxe and leather,
Flashy in the mid-day heat--
I
Buckled into your wrists
Restricting your pulse--
Counting its faint beats
Between the lines of me
As my hands reminded
Your
Youth:
Death encroaches in
More ways
Than one.
I'm sorry I told the truth.
A l o n e.
I'll crank
I'll crick
I'll
R e-w i n d
myself;
On your cluttered
Shelf
Next to
All the vices
That couldn't
Set you free.
I'm hardwired
To keep ticking
w h e t h e r you r e p l a c e me o r not.
W a t c h | me.
