11.07.25
I believe that you are still
moving through the world
unmelted your spastic speeches
drunk in my dead body out your eyes
logarithmic abrasion strips
& now Procedures beneath
so many lids say Absence Policy
say Meeting under Managing Sickness
say from the bed
Formal Health Review
say remembering under a moonlit silence
you’re reformed quiet to bare
waxing so private
the rites which evulsed
there is no ‘acceptable’
level of sickness absence allowable
turning lifeless elbows
& life discretes pathic moving missives
repeat this tantra from the bed epiphany,
feeding like cells how to break under it
& live there uncommittables
in the direction of feeling
much like our own
claim together
can you live? like an injured proctor
as eaves begin to pull, a face
yours into view from the bed
