sticky things go unseen 
wet and warm somewhere 
it’s sweat and it’s sap and it’s dark brown Earth blood

we unfurl limb after limb 
let them speak language that isn’t the teeth clacking tongue of this 
but some back-of-the-throat sister to it 

i’ll pull my lungs up through my mouth after
to unfold and stretch 
to wrap myself in
and stitch new seams from the inside

let us see the sheerness of this sticky thing 
the light looks different when it’s coming through all that