swaddle
to the sound of fake rain a
Playdoh smell as a girdle,
frosted nose tips
and a bottle of Rosé
wading towards an apathy
sewn into jean leggings
/
the city is sinking
like the rest
our ankles carrying swamp
we learn to walk more gracefully
dragging debris
& our moisturized toes
/
the color of wasabi
dipped into Campari
a single caper held between molars
find yourself a cold marble slab
lay pelvis risen
fingers to sternum, tap and follow
find the true ribs count,
remember it’s a cage
