d(y)-i(e)v-ing

wondering

on the edge of 36

legs dangling

into an aching abyss

sickness stretches anxiety

chewing gum on the sole of

my shoe

could plunge

end this unknown for another

here’s the

unfair distribution of suffering

between her collagen lips

his muscle mary pecs

tourists snap at my expanse

this is my horizon

abbreviated in their

digital prevarications

for the processing age

there are pixels

spreading across my abdomen

I’ve seen them

reflected in friends sympathy

I am being excavated

again

the last of the old houses in the area

know this ruin

inhale the blue

scramble away from

the edge