I’d like to hang upside down
so that my tears run up my face and drip
from the tips of my hair
Form puddles beneath my suspended mind
and ripple outward with each coming scream

When my head gets heavy
with the poorly circulated blood
and bricks of thought
I will shake my mind wild
in hope that it will be flung from my eyes
and will splatter far across the ground

I’d like to be squeezed
closed tight in a suspension that promises contradiction