I'm drumroll and voyeur.
I'm watermark and fable.
I'm weaving and the snarls of a
wolf through my hair like ribbon.
At my feet, chisels and jigsaws.
I'm performing an autopsy on my shadow.
My rib cage a wall.
My heart a crack in the wall, a foothold.
I'm tumbling
upward: a French acrobat. I'm judder
and effigy.
I'm pompadour and splendid. I'm
spinning on a spit, split in half.