there is a busy twisting thing inside my head

which is always attaching
eyelash to eggwhite to epididymis 

esophagus to astragalus to existentialist 
wheel to whorl to whisp

i am driving and i can’t stop the glue
from adhering moth to manganese to minutia 

fingernail to chickenhip to churchfire
nothing is itself but is an octopus arm

(small gasps in the still air grasping)
and then i have to write it as it mates

as it frankensteins itself alive
and expect it to keep breathing

on its own