Slow swallow, concrete teeth white as snow,
show me: steel strangled uvula sunset,
skyscraper ribcage, this
is where you are now, you,
plankton-like, carbon-based
creature, in this
breathless breadth of the city’s belly through
asphalt esophagus and floods,
saline and enzyme-like,
seagrass-deficient. The shore is no-
where and everywhere is epileptic,
the antiseptic smell of disinfectants and long
hallways and a mad scramble for tendrils
of sunlight. Tell me:
Is this what you
wanted? Is this what you wanted?