Spiral In My Studio

I push myself off the wall

bumpy and irreverent

snakeskin that sheds

powdery ivory coat of paint

I fall to the floor

scratchy and unforgiving

the fibers burn me

trillions of interlacing techniques

they speak to me

chanting like a pastor’s crowd,

like the meows of carnivorous cats

I scratch myself on the ground

etching my name into my hard marble veins

I’m cold, discontent

I crawl into the ventilation tent