Narrow gaps
Between crooked teeth
In the cave
Of your orifice,
Driving air in and out
Then in again,
But in slow heavings
Of the burnt chest
Of the holes
In paper heart
And dents
In stainless lungs,
Coughing cheap shiraz
In your marred palms
With the lines
Twisted and bent
Into a single line,
(Divulging)
in hushed tones:
You breathe.
