I guess the slate
plats that led
up to the house
drew me away
from myself
Like water from
the pool overflows
unto the ceiling
drowning fans
and light bulbs
too high to
unscrew with hands
The streets of New York
yellow plastic pop up welcome mats
that shephed me on to restless cars
without a word
They cast
me away
from myself
beneath
sewage
waters
Dumbo
cobble stone
sacrificial
bridge builders
with bursting
veins
When she strayed
far enough
inside metal
frocks
shadows become
days
days become locked
away
inside slow intenstine
caverns
places she could never
touch inside herself
Stethescope self
x-ray machine required to see
the real me
Stamp my skin
wrestle me
through
the crowded
hallways
of us