this feeling is bright
it sews my shadow to your heels
I am this soup of electricity and ash
a body of smoke held captive like a draft
me and a stray dog howling
at a moon that doesn't give a ****
a quiet heist, this feeling,
it turns the marrow into flint
my raw nerves are glowing
like in a house of glass and
I'm dancing in the radioactive dark
somewhere a blue guitar is whirring
even in the absence of a hand