Skinnier legs than I can remember, standing out- two femurs, two strikes,

melted candles, but

not two tigers.

Still in front of me , in stone,

but I don’t understand the direction or the atrophy either.

Despite the time of day, despite the humidity,

Its only when I am choking do I lose control, or seem to. or want to.

or am I just holding my breath? should we even order seconds?

or am I just holding my breath?

Or plagiarizing? Or just walking home?