A step to the left
and you fall off the page, lie there
out of sight, out of shot of screams and deceit
lie there with all that’s pale and asleep and will
not be written and stay
there, quiet and pretending
and reinforced along the seam
that runs between story and aorta
you still have to be so many people for me
you still have to
Fricative from Nachtroer, 2017