Unravel like thread caught on a train
Rushing into the station
Naked on 96 waiting for the transfer
String stretched across the platform
Like an artery
Cords of blood out of nostrils
These double lives we lead are dense.
Deep enough to contain complications
Small enough to be bounded
By a body framed in bone
Strung together by blood
Standing on feet on a platform.
Double lives have feet.
Do you ever wonder how it feels
To be bloodless and boneless?