Surveilled fluorescence at my temples,
Pulse. Pulse. Pulse.
This desolate white—arches forming at my cuticles,
Four dimensional, the Nile running through my body.
Sediment washes into silence;

grit settles in the gaps of my teeth, my eyelashes blacken.
Gummy cuts and chlorine burns.
Rubbery knuckles and the smell of gasoline.
Metal in my ear, ringing—