Making letters out of the noises
of night paranoid minds hear, changing
their order, their
          direction, ******* on context,

Demanding a second look,
a third look,
looks
upon
looks,
and the ones I gave you
before I knew what they meant.

Three words, three shovels.
Three words, three graves.
Three words, watch them move and
still under your stare.

I counted the words on my fingers.
I counted them
         over
               and over,
mumbling into mantra,
words and numbers,
                    numbers and
words,

A combination for this safe,
a name for this needle.
I sit back and watch

the years stitch together.