The stretch and release of the sinews and my ribs
Work in tandem with my lungs
Like I want to embrace my atmosphere

The universe breathing for me, hanging from a pinhole wrapped in cortical tissue
A blood-steeped **** in a cracked case
Like letting go, like simplification

Negation is invisible to my forward-looking eyes,
But I know it's there because it mixes with the light
Buckling my knees, ending life with swift and apathetic precision
Forming disease and making each ambiguous incision.

My body dissolves in slow motion
Like a sucker in a child's mouth
Like pill granules in an addict's mucous membrane
Like a song from a sinking ship