you I will no
longer will write of
off kilter
will stiffen
strong and shed
you while
counting will the
second will seconds
squeezed through unfunctionably 
wide holed will-
filters
this is not the place now

spoken nor 
faced how it 
should be

so 
lean to

my cheek 
our honesty 
is found in
this lie
that we want 
that we make 
our patterns 
by pretences 
the testing of 
them and the 
prising apart 
all
there is 
between my 
teeth are 
stories