Kississippi
Sleepy Spine
The way your tongue rubs your teeth when you spea
Wavelengths radiate in your stomach on me
They poke and prod my spine at night like the crushing mass of confessionals
Penniless, I’m unlearning, expunging thoughts of how your chest felt oscillating beating intervals on my temple
Your vessel of heartstrings, electric like telephone wires
Do you feel chemical rain in Midwestern states
Could you hear the city dissipate nearly empty?