Isolate

Screams peter out into goose feathers belonging to strangers:
white reaching out and dirty hands that smell unfamiliar grasping
my cheek- label me- appearances dissolve angrily,
hissing likes beasts defending land with money drops,
pear drops lose taste in your mouth and stroke you.
Sugar killing your enamel, killing your roots your head.
Your ridiculous head. It leans like no building I have ever glimpsed
on a sunny day, towering over my tiny, empty body
crushing in imagination, sending soft shocks through my muscle,
bone marrow. Those buildings never fell, though, and your head.
Your head threatens. Screeches, fights. Contorts itself,
twisting skull bones like plasticine into embarrassing shapes that drag
out
jaws. And speak to me. Finally.