if it's written to the song "theft, and wandering around lost," it's BOUND to be good

i piece various aspects of myself together within a dream

parts

that dredge themselves

up

from within

that black water.

thanks, i said

dryly,

receiving into

ridiculously pale arms

the sodden torso of my desire.

on a different current

floated by

the calves of

my helplessness.

dessicated are

the eyelids of

my dependency, churned up

from some dark recess

within the general

undertow.

parts

pile up

waist-high

on the riverbank

and i wander

in the shallows,

elbow-deep

in rank

and turgid

liquid,

grasping at

scraps of flesh,

physical detrius,

the casualties

of

fracture.