this muggi thick
swim a backstroke
to the grocery store, float the bags home,
that packet of screws very
deft at pearl diving. world's dried
like a heat stroke.
it cracks like eyelashes,
run from drip to drip
between damp, mould. the hushes
take over our smiles, mute.
What is the sum of 8 and 11:
It's your turn! Move into the poem. Renovate it. Knock down its walls. Put your spin on it. Make it your own.