Four Limbs

I wrote this after being stood up.

four limbs.

the tuna thickness bolts the drain.

The fat they tie me with; gelatine cobblestones.

They hang me high, my limbs will sink.

I cannot unearth their Achilles heels.

I am one in four limbs.

Conduit of mirror planes,

I hold brute truths on my head.

They descaled the tuna as it shook.

They run far to bruise my jelly walls.

They compile my faults in shadows.

I am rained on by ceilings.

Lute of my anthem must sing.

I drop what the fisherman brought.

My heart is open, humbled flesh.

Turns brown at the echo of sin.