I skipped a beat
because my body took *another*
this reheated corpse,
deep in her right eye socket
which spent two days trying to make room
upon an unproductive torture session
of forty-eight hours,
the digits seemed to uproot,
and migrate a few inches west
to press down between both sockets
the best of both worlds I suppose
signals of nausea and fatigue.
were sent along every roadway of this body,
on horseback, because even in the best neighborhoods,
the post is gutted.
the deliveries kept waking me,
11pm, 2:30am, 3:20am, 5:15am, 6am
the good news is,
this is their winter home
the bad news is
the other three seasons of my body
only last 28 days!