vapor hang

a cardboard

crown is hemmed onto a

little boy's head,

blood falls to his

shoulders, his lips

winding, inclined.

bed sheets pinned to his

collar float-fall vapor hang,

hushed.

i have been sitting here for nearly ten minutes now, sifting through my iTunes library to find the right song. whatever bit of music i'd been searching for would kick my skin into scales and i'd feel something to write down. i'd swim in something that i could keep forever.

i am dry.