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

tonight.