my hands in the pockets of your shadow / bodies
crushed by just standing together / your nibs ink
my chest / I have borrowed you / hollowed you /
ushered you into my hushy nights / only to all mine
this plastic lilith I have eved with clay made from
my sisyphean pebbles / in satya yuga, I would
how do you do you / but now only viddy you / voodoo
you / touchcurse parts you have shed / instead we
hatch that little white satchel of yours & catch breathing
chaos / despite the naked fake we carry / we carry on
a roam of our own / carrion on / an inch of wander
~Ajay
5/12/2020
