WHATEVER FEELS
useful? [oh,] you don’t. no, you
don’t earn the shape of a
poem in your lip-mouth, swinging,
the swing that drips zips rips some
dirt open -- dirty teeth --
teeth wearing a coat --
dirty, yes. forces [you
are a force] you
[you are gravitational pull]
out [and back in, both]
of [you want the story,]
your [don’t you?] body
[isn’t that what you’re
singing toward?], which
when who what why stays
wrong and cannot be earned.