misery, so dainty, comes closer,
forms a space in time. it's no crime
to misinterpret, to let cries loose to
reverberate back again. attack attack
& then, relax, from bruise to callus-
i must trust- healing is revealing.
still concealing, feeling about, searching
the music notes, the shout, the
sticky grime of doubt. here, misery,
lock me in menagerie.
