shock (circulatory)

i hear radio flowing from leather-brown couch crevice
& rustling of pistachio bag, someone’s fingers
i feel frailing. Dad’s cooking, boiling
water, the day away.

a few days later i’ll start to remember that i have
to help myself and when i or winds push
me to my limit i explode like
buildings in tornados.

not yet, not right now numb, butter on toast
cheese, sliced blanket-thin, liquid calories
i hate to chew & lovesoft things to bury
in & hours, hours.

Alice has triangle ears, triangle ears soft
breath, soft & her nose drags happy water
on my side-head. Claws clicking
creaky concert on our floorboards

like icarus i gambled
i sit still, here
still here