and i'm creeping, until
your back bleeds,
and your eyes staple
themselves shut.
i hide in my pocket.
and digital blush.
publish my inconsistencies
in ink on my ribs
roll me out
fleshy papyrus
and read me aloud
the stage will shatter
and i will dance in tiny pieces in
between the ridges in your fingers
because you are
all new and
i cannot move my lungs