A Year and Nearly Ten Months

no tears
i could imagine coins slipping into machinery
friction against narrows
even clinkety placeholders
[      ] no change hitting the plastic wall
save two fingerprints

from spending too much
silence with loud interruptions
meals by windowpanes
eyes wiping pupils and driving cars
and the occasional contours of front teeth
in front

i glimpsed a limpness
a node
knotted
that was being together
not forever
out of order

at the bottom of cheeks
accumulated on the jawline, actually
those placeholders wobbling
on rickety foundations

built a house [ around ]
without doors and windows
in which to fumble
was to read palms
stretch out skins to make floors
hand fissures at feet leading to the ] walls

outside it suns
face basks
i'm imagining fine, ok
as an [ unfinished