Roman

Too Close for Comportment

Composed of space, particularity demands 
extra horse hands to describe how far
one might be from one to be two

Assuredly, I am ash and blame for snagged
sagged marmot fear; I am behind a puma
and ahead of the need to avoid last breaths

Fear spears me when unfamiliar bonds 
with my sightline debts: free me from 
shoes point at my knees

Frustration is fluster powder 
to sag my lungs beneath curtain
waves whose indigo opaques

My fragile 
beaten
chest