for you, watch myself weave
through spindle and spine, I’ll wrap
around your mannequin form. I’ll speak
to you through the fabrics’ gentle
movements, I’ll whisper my way across
your skin—I’m moving in or through you
and wouldn’t you like to know which? The song
will unwind us further, so slow it starts to feel
silent, your shaky breath attempting
to keep rhythm. Sound can be slowed
in so many gentle fashions. Let me show you the first—
