Jo on my shoulder he has my ear
picking out worms, putting in
pearls
but he goads
“run!” he caws and in a harebrained
haste
I race
faster than the flash flicker fire
of neon engagement
I beat my chronic heart across the
room
but did not wait and left it
pounding
against slatted ivory walls,
those brittle buttresses of my soon
to be
archaeology, and in the same
instant I am far away yet
yet rooted, indentured, carbon
draff
and Jo values the worth of his
investment
and he gnaws
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