it seems I’ve
taken up residence
on a terrible trampoline,

a ragged, dangerous bouncing
platform of pits and falls
and sickening sends

into thin air
won’t hold me, refuses.
like every man I ever loved –

like the rocks at the break-
water disturbed by a storm,
moving, deceiving,

pretensing a comfort
they will never afford
threatening at each

breech of my feet
to rip like an overused bungee cord;
with each stress applied

it comes more alive, more malignant,
malevolent, proprietary, that
much closer to owning me.

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