Kerri Shying R # 301-tightening the screws

Tightening the screws

Every moment skin    jumping off the flesh beneath

electric through to teeth   and tight the turn

the smallest of the Allen keys

on that ridiculous circlet 

you wear at your belt 

I wondered

what it was you

took apart  stood ready

to disassemble  at

any moment     horrors

it is me     I do nothing

to prevent you    just make light sounds

murmuring my reasons

for occupying space

as if     at the core of me

in my soul       my spirit

my breadbox

I think there is some battery pack

you might adjust     make the current

flow        all that ails me swims away

a current    washed

a drain