Slipping

We're slipping away

I said

your face told me to elaborate.

Away from what
I don't know
from where we came.

I have amnesia
every day
a different day but maybe not.

Suspended in jelly
my slow thoughts
follow my tendons visibly moving under my skin.

I am made of puppets
you said
I don't understand.

This jelly is red
seeping
I don't understand my pores.

Breathing
the world in
to my skull I am sorry I did not protect you.

I should have
manipulated these hands
into the earth every day I go.