Particles that flow over me
and have their own voice
stir little wrathful empires
one for each pore
little nips and tugs
at the logbook of being
that I slap down with a rubber glove.

Skates disembodied
roll a ramp of long teeth
to the eyes of my instep
glaring at the lit up rain
and menacing sun
glaring at a bathroom
shrunk into one tile
fossils pushing stems
with extending
out the window
flowers.

Desks on my tongue
kitchen table legs that stab
and go clunk in my ears
as I descend raw.