falling off his cell he astounds six-lines ago his family his family his life his mind once in awhile his dog in touch with his wobbles this imagined audience of men he does not mine the black to while thoughts away of himself stocking the cell once is enough inside his mouth god like blood white astounding still falling for every shade from the audience god instructed to talk to bacteriophage in these last seconds he tells you towered torch with useful mines touch inside creation screen white god write one word for creation six-line family his family his mind the way snow desires its own melting and has it
Source: Myung Mi Kim from "Civil Bound", which appears in Best American Experimental Writing 2016.