Take away my knowlege
Like a bird dropped from a high place
Change my clothes
Its fetus tears
Its temple
Its hemorrhaged sight
Zigzag my heart
With magic with touch
Deliberately dilate my chest
With your index finger
Summon me
The multitudes
Iinside my head
The flatness of my feet
Holding my breath
Row me to shore
Cover me with green algae
Mothering some kind of ritual
Some kind of courage
In this skin
That hurts
