Fractured Planes: An Empty Defense Mechanism
It’s the spaces between vertebrae that allow lizards to drop their tail
I was watching this thing you just said hanging in the air between us:1
Papa’s in the sky? Can we drive to him?
My skin and muscles, blood and nerves, separate—
an amputation that affects my sense of balance
like one-way texts and much too much listening on your side
The reproductive process stops and
bundles of muscle fold over exposed bone
They say the end will dry into a cap
My skin grows over a silence slit long
ways sunflower petals roll over the crest
ways I bump into another form of myself:
dried pistils and stamens, yellow curves, dotted lines—
a flower stretched over a hundred yards2
When it grows back, the tail’s not the same length or color
and can’t be dropped again until you nod and tell me, Papa’s at home.
He’s just home now.
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