glass

Jagged me burns, still. The sidewalk drowning sun. I mean my own head, invisible, hurts the level fear above, true to punish my lampshade anger. Bare warning like a light but then you see, embarrassed. How the wall wound falls, just depressing. Supposed to look a distance actually graceful, seen out shocking. Which is not a funnel.

Muscle inhabits the younger you, down on side wind. To discern, sometimes. Bone never all when one raises the breath effect; we replaced that out soft. Time layers the taking, once born. We smoke the same trails. We, stupidly, could clean a tiny image equation. Ridiculous to find, in fact, our lives secretly hiding that ground-leering color I imagined.

Fear to me that the nightmare sparkles, light protruding. I can’t drown its own contemptuous meaning. Commonplace bulbs picture water there, radiating graceful glass to be. Upward shards a fountain. Backwards feel, spiraling, that’s how.

Huge you rushes the window open like a hand-canyon raised. Your heel on one fingertip arcs a carbon trajectory embedded in blood. Danger, we laugh, relative to the evil it represents.