under wisps, footsteps

under wisps, footsteps,
between each note's progression
strides to my voice's various cliffs
caught got my gills clogged because
some dust you brushed off your back before
you forgot to
keep me around, keep me somewhere
in front.


what dug up dug in i
the Earth under my thumbnail
a cardboard cut, they were the
bed sheets for some paid love,
my coming kept going --
roots from my flesh for