axis

axis

inside the mouth eating up rebuttals

will it be your turn again

while guts defend themselves with teeth

and collarbones it’s the call

out time again and the walk goes

unwalked. goes sat. and in sit

and sudden i am not keeping score

which means up grit smile

defend. against.

what?

these are the final days. hours.

we only have years

behind and ahead

you weep with your face

in sometimes meanness

i grin back guts

turn the hood up to tears

i the armadillo

am not fit to be your axis

i never asked!

choo choose goes the freight

just behind my brain

touchdown goes the comet

spring has broken skin.

look! i’ve become the earth!

all shoulders no hands

keeping it up

no hands

with a shrug

all shoulders

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