sliding in the mud, murky
we gather things from around us to build
our identity
and they slide away at first rain

with gloves oversized, impossible to feel
external fingers
detached
dismembered
no
that would offer the relief of finality
the security of abandonment

magnet

force, space, rubber air
here is there is where
my mind spins
stop stop stop stop
it's only mental but dismembered fingers
press from both sides
stop