A woman walks her boy outside and discovers
a needle in the palm of her thigh. Each spectator
looks in envy without regretting their own numb
limbs’ telltale sign of weakness. Hear the words
dry. Inside people’s habits pull unevenly-they
can’t be fair for they re-live fables as a good stretch
diminishes quicksand. Elsewhere, an aching chair creaks.
In Slovenia, someone resisted a little, then later
gave in. Show me the thing that doesn’t know
its own so we may pull the stone from the sword.
If I thought in more than statements you could live
my life instead of this distant childhood insatiability..