election

burn those bones

watch them crack

see the spaces in b e t w e e n

at the start we

raised our spines

to see where we could

run



forest / fence

we scraped our skin

finding fear

next to flash

even then we learned how

pain

grows into

our desires



years along,

we'd rather know

the soothe of rote

than open sea

even if we

throw the coins

we wake up with

ourselves



madness,

pride,

regret -

alive.

blood and nerve and

sight

prevail

we were built

to feel

our way

back home