the nausea nestles
cradled in my arms
like the mama bird
splatter across the concrete
skull in two like reflections
like the glass ground
in your vegan meal
of manner pretentious
til the birthmark crawls
down the spine
until metatarsals dance
into weary mornings
of weary minds
wrapped in bean sprouts
from the curd stored
between the blocks
of the city streets lined
with placenta and tied
to the umbilical cord
but i am chewing through
time to sever
to say goodbye
i grow to fifteen feet tall
and slide you into the rubber
grooves in my boots
wear you well