irreverent lisps

unwind their lips

succumb to smile

with no intention

joy of genuineness

abandoned in need

of forced motion

forced wanting

felt buoyancy

felt depths

felt strain to speak

in wondering if

guilt of skeletal—

fibers—unravel—

corroded flat

built of design

beneath desire

beneath cents—spent—

superfluous—built

of each hand’s

naivety

so what they have

to give

too little

yet to

exist