plastic containers.

We are pretend plastic souls trapped

in timed dolls- punching the radial pulse

in ticks to tempt. Thoughts littered

like an East coast beach. Each brain wavers

like a coiled cat thrashed 

by water. We bow our heads like a slanted 

roof to satisfy peering 

eyes. We pretend like plastic 

bags over our heads and the necks

of sea turtles. We guard our own

bodies with the care of a child

doing chores on a Friday

night. We smother each of our (own) egos 

with keyboard text. We detain

our bodies with the satisfaction 

we falsely breed.