Please read aloud.
We are awkward carpentry
Strangers to standing alone
We involve against refraction
We are building with good intentions
From the queens to the red-haired dancers
We are free-viewed class ceilings and
We shall eat ourselves
We are columns of meloncholy and anthro-apologies
We look into a void,
And yet somehow, we see.
We are a natural reserve
Breathing, mirroring all reflections
With empty test tubes
We are oscillations of string.
We are taught to dance in circles
To stretch to bitter contortions
And watch our limbs tangle
We are blind to synaptic response, a weight on lead sheets.
Distracted by taut skin on knee-cavities.
A scaffold, constructed algebraically.
Jokes in stasis.
We are a theory of madness,
Walking corridors. Turning keys.