Uplift
Stung, call this regeneration.
Crackle singing, I pinky promise.
Wriggle. Build. Spark. My hands
cradle an orange clump. Flaky,
dropping parts. Green scalpel
tormented me. White February,
I saw his face. Told him that he’s
playing cards. Ice. Poker chips.
An evil melody. A flapping page.
The wheel gives and takes.