above the asphalt
stabbing light into the thickening darkness
that will not part
Headlights splash against fences
Lemon sting of metal wires
Knitted impatience
caught in webs of restrictions
chaining
cutting
links
bottoms fall out
and land on shafts
of probes
sent by someone
Who knows who
Making violins wait their turn
no feed
just conducting sphincters
that's what the notes
were written in
High beams again
illuminate nothing
but blind the back
of the inside
of the head
forgot
who knows who
something about
being sent
up
into the body
whatever it was
can't rid this
of that
forgot
flash reflection off teeth
maybe hers
forgot
High beams again
illuminating nothing
but blind the back
of the inside
of the head
forgot
fingers rub the neck
dying whispers below the skin
sinking away
sinking
away
- Max Stoltenberg
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