I live in an orphan vessel I freeze to death in a flimsy theater again in the box bitten by strange and anxious winks I have tiny blood I hush up in the scared bucket the cold the heat I’m on my knees stamped into plastic looks I am not in the sure I don’t even know what I know (this too is work) I have many empty stings I die a little on language the part that is bearable is also false my origin shoulder punishes me I swamp in the acid of yesterday pull at the edges until I see blood stand knee-deep in useless soul leaves I tongue shock quiet punch tenderness slam on toward love what could burst could be anything I cannot body future I cannot flesh it up

The featured photograph is titled “I Can’t Seem to Wake Up,” curtesy by a Wisconsin based artist JJ D’Onofrio.