they tremble around me like icing, fill Now like a saturday vision / my pearl-shouldered mother dragging a naked duvet, the marshmallow filling heaping up to the walls / just dwindled and sistered and tuliped. their clumsy cheeks jumble in time with the stutters — mine, the bus’s, all the plump muses, entwining and coocoo-cocooning in unknowing matter. for example, the teetering numbers he balances on yawning-out, whorl-ridden fingers; the light light i breathe in just once and then out, til time brittle-snaps and he backwards of blooms, and he knuckles his bud and his secret result. / my full hands count ankles that dangle like earrings. they count every earlobe blue crystaled with rain.
—
emilie kneifel collects lost teeth at emiliekneifel.com and recommends humming anytime you feel afraid.
Find them on Twitter @emiliekneifel.