your neck from the subway platform
dodge balled up hatshop’s bid bailed
unbelch your jaw unbreeze the sail say
HAH big whoop if seizure crimped metal
releases sinking seek loose keep-down
locks across eerie canals till the bottom
box strobe doesn’t hurt that’s you that
mountain lion turned inside out and
bleatings not bleeding but (look at
how gentle I’ve been) beating.
The empty space inside
the lines not empty.

Not empty in the slightest, gentle bleater!