2nd fall

I fall off my bike every Tuesday

Skin shuddering, mouse

Escaping, the red splotch of dirty

Blood perforating the aether.

She is on my thoughts, dead dark

Bark growing soft lapping layer catching

Ivy into cranny fetching,

Batch latching snatch grabbing,

Super warm the chest unfolding,

Level headed head unknowing,

I am hurtling into the city.

I am machinery unworking.

Desire un-origami-ing into lack of tension

Grabbing tension from the folds,

Scolding comfort in its deepest recesses even as,

We are building a house that stands up to the cold,

Even in spring, 60, 70, 20, nothing can penetrate deeper

Than this babe, that

Shelter is needed for life

To keep the skin from skinning off

We’re faling down to earth from above,

We need shelter, we need shelter--

And we’ve got it here.