when you sigh
your two front teeth
flash like rats
pausing on hind legs,
frozen for that moment
hands clamped around
wire cage poles -
and i imagine us
slinking through sewers
furtive in our nothing
wedged in our enclaves
pulling our knees together
peering over the horizon
they create -
like matryoshka dolls
we hide in each other
box inside
box inside
box, but
inside us
there is stuff
we carry around
that 'ups' us,
that floats us out
of our wooden
casket fates
and we evaporate
all of us
at the same time
billions
into single cloud
we hope so anyway