tell me how these mighty rumors circle and spin.
tell me how
when you’ve got nothing to sell
but your Self,
your sweet light flickers
casting shadows that sliver your middling plot.
tell me how grapevines feed cellphones
through screen shots,
boils that fester,
tell me you can’t sleep at night,
that your eyes follow seams
vining across your ceiling
searching for flies about to drop.
tell me how it feels as
one by one your bits of filth fall
and fill these ditches