The Bends

by Mike Jewett


Yellow door-
metal,
industrial,
lock jutting out
but open
creaks on pale skyblue walls

            Things make my
            Equilibrium
            Shaky

Rotting,
industrial,
matching yellow
steel railings
rust-acned

            Like whirling dervishes,
            космонавты,
            Deep-sea divers
            with the bends;

Door sign:

DANGER
CYANIDE

A window
sighs ghosts-
zooxanthellae-
who haunt the
corridors

            Uncomfortable in my first skin.

Wraiths stepping,
inclining,
down the
stair-
case
going to:
shhh,
listen,
eardrum
drums–
ladybird wings
flitting
on tissue paper

            Uncomfortable in my second skin.

Crimson
graffiti
peeks from
be
-hind
the open
chamber:
“M”

            Ceiling fans circulate
            Ghosts of crumbling
            Kuwaiti prisons.
            Making the ground
            Shaky.

Buffalo Color Corp:
Demolished

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