10 fl. Inches

                     say it with
words.  plastic is one thing u can't fake.
work makes a web in which we wait
for chance to deliver fuel for narrative

 one of these long and lonely nights
you'll spit out the cliche you now eat.
pert aphorisms light up our eyes
trickling metal in the gutter thickens

         my throat is clear
     the bruise on the cheekbone
echoes an earlier ego wound.
jesus takes the world too personally

our little crimes show
   free choice takes more time than
    day allows.  we're nothing
 but taught nerves and language

the howling dog feels like caught wolf
       we were not ourselves
 history is an accumulation
  of bits to put to use