zipper down my spine
and loose the skin that yokes me
like lead corset stays.

I am the matryoshka doll,
with seven circles
of hell and hot-fuse demons
nested within. boy,
wear your armor when you hold
me close enough to
transpose our hearts&lungs.

my chemicals will infest your bones.


haiku and two addled tankas(?) I could have split the last line so that the syllable count worked, but I like it better as a separate whole. hey, I get points for style, right? a matryoshka doll is one of those russian stacked dolls – many dolls folded into one.