I stumble the body
like something rattly, improvised, offhand;
the skeleton a framework
of iron wire & chicken mesh,
the ribcage stretched around empty air;
life a series of fractures
on an excursion,
the solar system bent
around a narrow-eyed litigation plea;
gravity a swing sling
around vertigo,
the feet barefoot
in six hours of Morton Feldman grass
after the rain