Leg muscles grew close
ligament
vines overlapped. One plant being indistinguishable from
a green nexus lap
agreeing
to grow out
side
to side alongside
a congregation
of moisture,
hung up in a storm, hangs to dry. Clouds become caves, go inside.
A million falls.
The ticking
clock raindrops
tap
echo notes to take.
Cattiness turns cat-
like, I stretch
out on top of a differentiated more of me. You
see the numbers fade
Our legs end
nowhere at
all
over the bent knee.
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