the limbs of another
touching them climbing
a ladder splayed
soft rungs give
under fingers
stopping on one knee
to tap your forehead
an invisible hat
there you lift a hood
there the air keeps clanging
but softly
so silently
lights that aren’t really there
you roll over torn posters
the slope steep
seems like forever
another dash klieg light
struck by these things
it’s always moving legs
breasts cast shade
that’s warm there
above the floor’s tremor
you sleep somewhere else
tonight and tomorrow
long enough
to find a mirror
and see if you
read pain in it