FIXTURE

you troweled over
expectations
convinced yourself
the muffled sneeze
that taste of paste
could traverse
the fjord at your core
& your children's
sprung antlers
were columns
they'd scrimmaged
through books for
a candle's growled
imperatives like
lies stabilized
by Styrofoam
sure ain't nothing
like the wind
to spook your resolve
unsticker what's said
about better bones
better be better be