Eyes to clavicle, a pool
forms like a natural disaster.
It runs, no sound, wax
that hardens, no thought.
Skin swells, reddens
like a slap, now sound.
A baseball bat cracks,
a mad man laughs.
Eyelids, careful, just two
together, deal with salt, salt.
What thirst is created
when drops find the tongue?
No water, blue against
the wall, color quiet.
She never leaves,
she never uses assets.
Gray, the tea done, the cup
pieced back together.
Hands shaky, dry so that
the ring slips, a child’s swing,
constant motion, she never
jumps.