severed retreat
heal dress st-
stupor wake
hold tight
'til bones
crack flee
her voice

undo his
sweet

cure keep
down solid
food

patience
shown and
fast held
mopped
daily
laundry, towels
one pile,
daily
sheets sink
back and

rather
not say


hospital bed,
it's a modern day skull (IF)

banal and
singularly
unaffecting

i'm portugal you're china he's india he doesn't get to be india he's burma he's myanmar he doesn't know where myanmar is you look like a burmese national you look like a burmese citizen you pay taxes to the burmese leadership a military junta he doesn't know what a junta is why am i china you look like a chinese boy she likes to pretend she is a big man i am a you are a small boy i can carry twenty kilograms of flour from the car to the house go on then go on then alright