the liquor of a distant event trickles through

FB chats, whatsapp msgs & a video call until

it puddles at your feet, no toil all trouble / I

tremble at how thick people think blood

is / shawling themselves with double helical

handcuffs / to belong by mere proximity as we

fall, falling, fell // give it to me daddy, &

the father provides / a scrotummied popsickle

pearl basket of your papa & his papa before him /

carve with it a cave in a corner of the net & stay

there, stay there, stay there, stay there / stay even

as the blood you call water reds you all over / &

a grave beds you when they tell you it's all over 

~Ajay
4/12/2020