lying on the ground in a junkyard
full of metal, broken pieces of
glass and barbed wire shards
smelling like trash and

smoked cigars. Tetani spores at
the tip. Do not trip over him. His kiss,
lockjaw. His touch saws you in
two. He stuck inside my shoe. Poked

a hole right through,
till I bled blue raspberry. My head
spun like I drank the sherry. A tin can
without a label. A dented car door

and a scratched-up two-legged
table. He nailed me, this smiling debris
over crumpets and tea. My only rue,
the day I merged with a rusty scourge.