what parts of him left strewn
accross the ground
looked like spares
and that put together
they felt unique and
part of a whole and
where significance was
placed there was no
longer
you could see
naught but
extra
but spare
skin,
arms,
period.
there was a chill in the air
sweeping in from the cities
where all of the breathing
organs felt best
and prime
but could’ve had just numbers
and definitions attatched like one
and two or lung or liver
but they had names
and had for moments the light
of interest shined upon them
and they all swelled and
burst and felt significant
and unique
for they had not yet felt
the chill come sweeping in
from the cities,
and the worms crawl around
them and the totality
of being a spare
or an extra
or skin
period.
the sieve and the sand 
I’ve contemplated the comfort of cold steel wire
wound
around
and knotted
tactless
thoughtless
I crawl
again
and again
the tension in the wire that would be
matches the tension
that causes waterfalls of snot and salt
nothing is worse than disappointing you
the struggle to stop
get better
let it work
causes gut-knots
as I keep getting in my own way
and yours
apologies are never enough
without a follow through
its as if a five year old is playing dressup
and keeps tripping over mom’s obviously oversized wedding dress
but insists on wearing it to the party
you keep holding her hand and pulling her free
from drowning in mothy antique lace
here’s hoping she figures out how to take the dress off.