Snaking under the collarbone,
lifting out of the skin,
the port begins with
collapse,
begins
with
lost.
I have fears of surrender.
He's lost 6 pounds.
His body lifts as I unwrap the arm with the bloody tube.
the bloody tubes
the clear clean poisons
the constant mediation of the puncture
I have fears of undertow and deflation,
of us, port side
done.
lifting out of the skin,
the port begins with
collapse,
begins
with
lost.
I have fears of surrender.
He's lost 6 pounds.
His body lifts as I unwrap the arm with the bloody tube.
the bloody tubes
the clear clean poisons
the constant mediation of the puncture
I have fears of undertow and deflation,
of us, port side
done.