so I empty this brick
let the thick strap of jumbled words that spill all over my forehead when my eyes shut out all the light in the room
pressing through the skin, I cut out the areas that lie
the tender phantom pains that shoot through the skin, from one limb to the other, hiding itself
hiding under folds and presses
so I unfold my arms my legs my tongue my heart my mind my sound
shinning bright illuminous light and stretching muscles side to side, caressing the skin for tares and puncture wounds
cleaning away the dried scars. cleaning away the remnants of ghosts.
ghosts of things that were never living, echoes
so I clean up the unshelved things
hurrying them onto a lampstand.
