I.
Overhearing an argument, something beneath
my cheeks like heat, like cowbells.
I am at my most probable, most liquid,
suddenly. I come when called.
II.
Over dinner, a man, melting, sells American pillowsthrough the television. The napkins areThe dishware, all rounded, the color of most bandages.I am impressed by my convincing father and loyal mother.Their face veins make clear they are not lying to themselves,not themselves. Faithfully, I am a large shardmade of their smaller shards. If you were toturn my ears inside out: hot skin, sleep, .
