dead ones fly

whoa where am i a

flash in my peripheral vision a spilt

mess in this kitchen on the

tiles a grin against the freezer a

showboat garbage can full of itself

full of bottle caps and spoilt meat, lettuce

where am i where the sound just can't

deafen i just can't stretch inside this

cork, this matchbox i just can't scrape out from

six seven fifteen under i

don't know where i am