powdered into the bleed...

“I would if”

These Prospect teeth

stick my heart like a stock pig

as “would” are dormant castles and feathers

(half light of promise)

Contorted by your tongue from us.

“If” a screen posed, shows inaudible opening acts

that linger in the “would.”

Teeth powdered into the bleed

“If” droops into sneer

as “would” snakes away for someone else.