I run
off, a leaking
faucet. None can shut
off. The drip is tiny,
but toying at you. A puddle
in the room.

I’m sideways
as a crab. I move in
this direction, leaving
footprints in the sand
that wash away
from a crashing wave.

I’m tilted,
tumbling in the wind,
a tumbleweed bouncing
in all directions, covered in
dust. I flake, nod and cuss.