I have seen her
Forming crystal
From the chaos
Spidering an invisible net
With her tongue
She opens the black hole
Of her mouth
And in we swim
Current cradled
Between her lips
As sticky as the open jar
To the August air
Hanging with flies
Worker bee, we
Drone toward her
Forming hexagon from circle
Getting to work on her
Command
Over the cosmos
Well I cut through the ivy
Pull at the IV
Unplug
Slip out of her bed
Smacking the floor
With every bed sore
And in the crunch of collapse
I remember the paralysis
Of obsession
