nasal bones

Nasal bones

left standing

as you dripped dry,

bones, varying

as we switch you and I

not in size or form

we shared one towel

steam/dream like movements

by their junction

your smell hung to me

a serrated, beveled chiseling of placement

cuts deep, beneath bone

placed side by side

the bridge is concavoconvex

a two faced mask looking to lie

in a paradox, anomaly, enigma,

to catch the

we of absurdity

remaining bone poems, then some new

Ethmoid

you are pithy and porous

she is glistening and hard

a red feather in your cap

pompous boy playing at what?

a deviation to dip in the septum

creation of lateral masses, better yet

labyrinths

which wind and create circular masses on my belly

you trace with the tip top of a tongue

yet these are mind games played

out on paper with inked up letters

smudge proof I am hoping

so they can reach farther than me.

I remain here, lying on my side

light and spongy, maybe cubical in shape

I will slide through

Portions of all—