Blinding pain in my upper right mandible.

Fish heads for the cat. I’m throwing my

weight around- I’m ‘solid’. Please, give

me ten more minutes where I’m nothing.

I’m searching for words that will make

the same shape as my heartbeat. “I could

be like you,” what a joke. Right? Whisper

to your hips in the mirror, pants slung low.

Shoulder clicks behind a five pound

dumbbell, flex, stand up straight. Black dog

comes running when she hears the whipped

cream can. I remember the bugs, dropping

them live into isopropyl alcohol. The wind

rolling over the narrow creek, the light

bouncing off the water travelled 93 million

miles just to get confused and turn around.