Sleepy Spine

The way your tongue rubs your teeth when you spea Wavelengths radiate in your stomach on me They poke and prod my spine at night like the crushing mass of confessionals Penniless, I’m unlearning, expunging thoughts of how your chest felt oscillating beating intervals on my temple Your vessel of heartstrings, electric like telephone wires Do you feel chemical rain in Midwestern states Could you hear the city dissipate nearly empty?