this old key that fits your eyelid
came in handy. more than I did.

all thumbs;      i had you to my cell

a pupa on a pin

thrashing at crystals, a chrysalis would call God !

this fits the dead calm
of how you left

to get right.


did you **** it ?

the one thing you slept with ?
the dread spike
your lips wish
would say
" yes "