Muscle Poems

Immersed, tender

Rattled and rising

Drama stamps

To the ceiling

Ominous, bleeding

Until we’re buried alive.

 

I can make a mistake

I can say flaw

Get up to weep,

Waste, locked

Grip, grab

Heal and Rock

 

Stamp on the ceiling

Ration, pretend

Find me in beauty

And awe.

Again and again.