My shoulders curve like elbows in a nutshell encasement

August 4, 2014

My shoulders curve like elbows in a nutshell encasement, hammered in cuneiform

marks for small bones, set deep in rendered tallow and overlain with vellum.

Mind these small movements, a yoga with the injection mold plastic in my palm.

My avatar, she’s fitter, breathes fire has a denim,

Moony blue glow, I’m myopic in the moony blue of a monitor casting plasm

murk on my standard and predictable living room.