half deep into my smoking habit
I began to braid
it lasts loose-tight.
youthy at first
cracked locks
folding
frail
string
that
was
dipped
into
paint
long ago.
I thought I was good with
list
alternate universe's
Independence
secured locks safe
(ex-roommate seeing me in a black and white picture of a mid woman some-park in Paris)
coiled fur were to unfurl
wind widdle one
now brokenshaped
more obsessed than before
makes nonsense
scared flurry alone talking exposed
where to go
for at least a couple hours
to settle
into exuberance
heavy fray
up and down
loose to tight
murky murky sea of drenched clenched
every pulley
taps me into instructions
on how to: disappear