rib
my knees against the floor
silver smoothing against
ribs
white against bare white
and my silver hands rub
the powder blows along and
touching pushing fibers in
around the bones and figures
long and wound
my eyes they follow my hands
as they feel
out the edge of each one still
and press hard pressings down
their shapes are a path
that im not sure is mine
but its watching and feeling
that i need at this time
so i push and think silent
of the silver on rib
silver smoothing against
ribs
white against bare white
and my silver hands rub
the powder blows along and
touching pushing fibers in
around the bones and figures
long and wound
my eyes they follow my hands
as they feel
out the edge of each one still
and press hard pressings down
their shapes are a path
that im not sure is mine
but its watching and feeling
that i need at this time
so i push and think silent
of the silver on rib