the basic

basic

basic of all this is that i am

no good

at what i do

i have words for

what

my healthy thighs and

my resistance to motion

while people stand like buildings

over my head

god-damned

babels helping me pay rent

and

steel-nippled girls

with their abnormal thighs and

ambidexterity

it's the latter, i know

the kinetic absentia

but i run and

all my corners

split open

red elbows and knees and i am fearful

of what leaves me

i am fearful of the great steps

of buildings

while i suck my sore knees

it's just i

can't imagine anyone choosing

five feet nil

with reoccurring oral ulcers

over

an arkansas man so tall he felt

proud

of shitting in a bucket

for enlightenment