Always

We need to make some skeletal re-arrangements

Realign

Reassign

I lose my footing in the coffee aisle

Clickety click

Snap my shoulder

All bones click

Like dead letters

Pulling under the skin

Let me out

Let me out

Cries Alice

We all fall down

Except we don’t

I don’t

Faint

Fall down

Clear up aisle nine

Wouldn’t that be good

I clench the tissue in my pocket

Press the metal

wake up wake up

Except we don’t

I don’t

Ever

I run my tongue over my lips

There is rust in my mouth

The taste of bad days

Or where they good

We can’t decide

I can’t decide

It still tastes better than reality

In some ways

In the mirror

Six o’clock

I do not want this

I do not want this

Alice prods me

Gently

Pulls the bones

Bashes my spine

wake up wake up

she says

i say

it will always be this

we will always be this

i will always be this

Alice i ask

Please clear up aisle nine.