Ribcage

The street folds over itself
Someone lunges at me
Bites my wrist
Something leaks from the walls
I swallow it, nothing sticks

Five hands orbit around me
Stone and cards drip into my pocket
They blink at my bones

The air feels like soft teeth
I walk

I run

Numbers dissolve on the asphalt
Fantasies leak off the expo walls
Hands in my hair
Eyes in my skull
Looping through my ribcage
I stare through all of it

It drips like Mercury
Everything bends

Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh
Mm
Oh
Oh