why are people more interested in how a
building reaches to the sky than it touches
the ground she is always looking up as I
pull concrete from my teeth and in exchange of
complication if I lose her where will I be
her 20 moons elude me in my time of
need bells and hammers are rarely
friends but my promises stand tall and are
here with me the fly’s will feed on
corpses as do the frogs on them and the
mosaic of broken bottles lodged in my neck,
bleeds conveniently