Anti-Tuesday

Down here on the floor the words press against my spine and push along the carpet before up through my neck they coagulate into my brain then pas-de-deux with a few memories and desires; a few word and images, before becoming neck leaks that become shoulder leaks that become arm leaks then finger leaks then little bash-bash-bashs on the keyboard and then this here in your eyes that will, if you're lying down too soon be released by your spine, into the carpet, particles-de-dust.