Piece by piece the clothes fell, skin peeled and flesh ran in lumps and gravy
Her sidelong glance still tosses lazily on your hammock smile, icecube swirling provocation in
your glass
The bones are good to drum with
A tusk plucked and thrown like a gauntlet
Row of ivory pawns, pillars in a war of no ceilin

You relieve the palms of superfluous arms and use their sawtooth blades to slice our necks.
Shells of infant heads you smash on trees, oil stains trunks as tears of elephants.
We play calm host to your furrowing worms, rats tentative in our gullies, radio flies.
When you tap for one last formal dance we show up in crossbone bowties, jiggling our hips we
make the ratatat.tat of castanets.
Your raised leg swings the ball of your foot bounces tilting the earth the heel falls correcting the
tilt, chandeliers heave, marbles Rrrrrr.
Our skulls your lost beachballs; somedaysome snake our scarf or rag will loop through our
sockets to polish us