FURCULA

She said, my arms have become loose at the wishbone

She said, there is feed upon my body

She said, like the flies what gave the early

She said, morning its clarion hum on the shit

She said, there is a green freedom upon me now

She said, wrestling out my guts

She said, where I have never been touched

She said, I am an equation, allowed to leap

She said, between a number and a letter

She said, yellow belly fat hot grasshopper

She said, but my bones aren’t they still too soft

She said, the wet grass

She said, where the sun becomes a song

She said, before it becomes a thought