my car encased in a thin sheath of blue glass
hailed from the open upside down ocean
penetrate the thin membrane that
separates the ripe from the crisp
exoskeletons.

my gun encased in shards of broke water
siphoned from the bodies that lied blue and grey
watched me be beat by 100 angry hornets
on my soft baby face, stingers in my eyes
prostrate in the grass

my head encased in buzzing green
grew from pungent soils and festering red pulsing bodies
feet on salt gravel, spiders crawl through grass
old smell on porch, mantis on window screen

my tender shrouded from light
to make weak and vulnerable
body is sponge—It will absorb
all notions and electrodes bled
by sacred gray mist and
clear beating waves microwave
the visitors