always adding and never taking away

everything is known once it is known

& knows that and what you will know after it

a swung closed door w 6 hinges

a limb too long

nothing wrapped like a gift nor

given like one nor delivered on a 

platter everything scavenged and

stitched and sloppily slapped in place

fitting & unfocused but all part

& 1/2 too. turn left and look at your

neighbor. kiss them. kiss the mirror 

turn left and turn left

repose, restitch, tear & leave the thread

a bloody waterfall & lineage winding

back before scribe. a moshed & mashed

home with 7 doors 2 open but never

leave but rather than a sound

give the keys to the sound body the

body unrest 

a whispered & forgiving knock 

when you return

& when you return there is still something 

seemingly to be ashamed of an open

salt shaker like open doors

& wearing paper clothes made 4 concrete dolls

where this body belongs - a body in 

rest, under a microscope and with

hands in their pocket

they pick a closet, empty it 

the house where all my friends can change–>