removed from our patience and as
fast as we moved,
equal parts were turned into
silver ether; trapped in this comical,
framed,
screened,
cage. what once were words of entry
now have become lists of lines
to choose, human, from.
i chose to tap and lift and press;
you chose an em-dash and
contractions. i chose this white because
when i bleed,
at least, breathing, will notice.
