Ubb drunk, millionth – strange peppercorn
blood shoot. I have found looking
through my skin dangerous –
like reading closer to a line on the edge of a book.
They give me milligram feasts,
balloons suspended from the slim
of my bank hand. When I look out
to the window, birds swim through my eyes
with a message from God
saying
*this is where you began
and we cannot change it.
