a turtleneck is covering my neck, each
thread is part of an instrument, Harp,
Organ, Violin,

and each seam is brought together by
a voice her voice is singing; I do so

Wonder if the population that walks from
one side of my window to the other, do they
wonder about me? Because sometimes I

remove my limbs from their sockets they
flail around my room like flies, batting themselves
away from each other; and when they're tired
and fat enough from their heavy pregnancies
they fall and reconnect to the rest of me, releasing their
capped little larvae into my bloodstream, I

never know what to do when I go blind.