A plugged-in
ditty interrupts
a leak along
my scalp.
I sweat when
keying
when coping.
Blah glands
in sink.
A swell.
Hand running
through tie,
smoothly.
These teeth.
These bystanders
all ulcer.
How saliva?
Like a like
bludgeoning
a parachute,
a wall, warm
as though stretched
through a pool.