You find a new curvature
shopping for spines
xylophone against my bones
just to try me out
I know, if I could sit up straight
maybe the song would play
and maybe you would stay
but I have slouched through
each and every absence
crumpled to your disregard
contusions from the heartache
you weave nerves into lace
amused by my contortions
I’ll twist to your methods
just to idle in your current.