Flew from a bike to split my body
other half peeled off the pine
left me here with this sap face
short cloth on my stems
gears caught in a tear duct vat
got up from rubber with an ax
long clouds darkening heat
marble courtyards in mop soap
wheels sputtering spin in the dome's stomach
chains levitate centrifugal kisses that
long to hang on to chimney socket satellite
irises penciling screened-in torsos with magnets
veins of the eyes sticking like hair pasta
to a matchless glove.