Scapular Winging
Thump,
Thump
How do
I
Know
this
Already...
Thump,
Thump
Things
thump
It’s the
beating
Of my
heart
It’s the
drum
Circles calling
Can’t you
Hear it?
Don’t you
See it?
It’s not
from
The front
view
You see
It’s all
Behind
you...
Your
wings
Aren’t
built
From
your
Arms...
Like
flaps
Of the
birds
That
deliver
You
My
messages...
But
this
is
How
they
Are
built...
From
your
Shoulder
blades...
Move
your
Shoulders...
Forward
Hunched
Under
And over
On
all fours
This
is how
I want
you now
This
is how
We are...
Nothing
More
Than
In-sex-ts...
We are...
Nothing
More
Than
Human
Insects...
