Winter froze sidewalks and
bicycle chains before
I realized he makes me foolish.
Now I wake up concussed
and blame him for the
unnatural movements of my
elbows and knees. We never know
how to present ourselves anymore.
He reads sense aloud
but it sounds jigsaw to my ears.
I can only piece together that
there is more meaning than
before. The corners of my mouth cannot
unbend. I do not understand now.
My bicycle chain is melting.