today I found a baby's glove.

& through wax seals & padlocks

a hand through my ribcage

past the choking

I saw palms & fingers grasping

shoulders

collarbones

crushing

I imagine myself

hacking desperately at a sea of appendages

forward & right

freeing myself like a butcher

feeling the mash of bone & sinew

running slowly down the front of my body

& I couldn't take it anymore

I said I've got to go

I've got to get out of here

& I ran down the street

I've got to get out of here

I've got to go

I've got to go