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