she'll sell
it all, but
to confirm
my inward
mechanism -
my sawed off
motive,
my robots
we learn
to lean into
a centrifugal pull
to use the resist
to our gain
but we
slide softly
trying to prove
that we are without
information
to show
we can think of that
turnaround
in the blink
of
an...
see us
rusting
under the
hot yellow
face of it
not trusting
the swallow
of lubricant
to ever
saviour self
hesitant
but willing to
dig,
spring backs up
her drive
and you
find
yourself
tending
the tree house
and forgetting about
the swing
of light and
bright salt
winking out
the subway draws
this out
of me - mice
dart between
the N
and the R
her edges
are contrasty
against us
so we can see
our meaty
plus side