Back and Forth

While the frigid power line sways

back and forth

through bits of mist and crow dung,

things change dramatically.

My belly has no borders,

but

it wishes to slam its flag into

streets that burst with mouths and feet.

The heart that holds this crooked grey sky

is not mine,

but

my pumping blood

does not know where to buy its plot and rest its head for good.

While belly and blood shift

back and forth

through anxious waves of breath,

the frigid power line sways.

And things change dramatically.