Bend me. Break me. Spin me tight and don’t let go. Eat me as I exhale in the night. Hold me. Grab me. Grab me right below the ribs. Lift...

I miss it. I feel it in my throat where it tightens. My chest is an ocean. My ribs that of a whale’s. Inside there are bones in the sand....

Cold in the heart of men we wallow. Waiting, waiting ­– for the words. Where be our freedom? Some call from their stoops, from their...