no news is good news

i.
I just think you ought to know my lines aren't public domain
keep breeding insects in the basement as long as the elevator still works when you get out I'll have my maths together
on the top bunk as long as everything goes according to plan.
Be patient with what's left behind, the imperfections of your experiments,
what can you do but suffer them to live

ii.
This Is A Test of Proximity

All holy veils and Turin intrepid,
smooth finity of fabric,
the lights to lure inside are
even more brilliantly dark than
what space yields between us
All blood and flesh and
blinking, eye lids flipped
up for a ceiling,
(and knees for kneeling)-
It is a ratio of squares
& a one-two movement
placing arm to leg to
face to face
It's understood, this can
be a clear entrapment.
Supposing, we never intertwine.
Supposing we cannot escape.