I'm being attacked Someone's taking photos Elsewhere people are drinking
Nothing under 500 K, nothing shared, nothing touches
My ribs hurt
I dial again.
No one answers.
I ask them if they hear the curses
the kid from High School
who died while tilting a vending machine,
Nothing and everything.
What do they know?
Look at me, I say
Look at my side
Snake-berry stains on white jeans
By the dumpsters behind Wholefoods.
I am a swordfish.
I am drowning.
Rings of sunlight glinting off the towers
Like tiny crystals.
A woman turns her head and sees a raven eating swordfish.
I'm being attacked
Someone's taking photos
What is the sum of 8 and 7:
It's your turn! Move into the poem. Renovate it. Knock down its walls. Put your spin on it. Make it your own.