by Camonghe Felix 

issue 61

Law is body talk. Law arches the forked road/ the breadth of any choice
stretches and collects volume/ I’ve never met anyone like you before/ law
functions in height when the lights go off/ the lights are off/ where are his
hands? the law towers and flickers, at most/ but did It lie?/ why are the 
lights off?/ law is man/ the law abandons language in the dark/ the law
sequesters the cool of the silence/ he presses his forearm across my back
like a live road/ like law/ don’t act like you don’t want to/ I quell the breath
of it to occupy the sound/ the law prefers disease/ my word pales cocktail
pink against his.