sprinting
nude from room to room
tossing stones
to shatter
the dejection of
living in a glass house
dodging dispersions
in a demure deluge of
daydream damnations

a death defying
amateur daredevil
taking greater and
greater chances
just to try to
faintly feel fucking
anything at all

an atheistic prayer
hedging bets
as the call of
thirteen loops
becomes an itch
impossible to scratch
whispering to
the birds on the porch
for a little assistance
but all they want
is to hear about her