weird time
off-duty martha graham
37 hours a week
subway clogs and shoulder socks

press me for i am untethered
no cord no word
a fantasy work
a cold hand worker
finger print singed off

whose hair in your underwear
beneath the arches
no care for parks in the greenbelt
i become commerce and bare
i bear

bring me the emollients and oils
oil me up
so i can slide through the cracks