Claustrum

claustrophobic hanging on
the dimples on a white screen
shavings of caterpillar bones
cocoons of cocoons


small plastic cell waves
pierce my ears
locked to bodies, two bodies
(claustrum, bolt)

the yoke i strain with broken shells
i put back together
and grow
and twist
like a tree
winding up a beanstock

more than pieces
gathering fully in bloom
there's a petal brushing your face
with closed eyes and a late summer tinge
deliquescing
into a winter reverie
tip-toeing around the corner

i remember when you jump on me with your arms and legs wrapped around my body like a koala










elephant tusks in the bath of a misty morning