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?