iustitia was an amorous fool

i.

an asphyxiating fixation affliction

roils in the coils of my trachea,

bubbles at the bottom of my spine,

snakes a line up the vine of my vertebrae

and as it winds, bides time bewildering the blind.

makes furrows in each eye socket, stoops a handkerchief

over mischievous hollows, dark caverns: dredged.



ii.

i cannot see.

like lady justice, but nowhere near

as sensible. twice as dense, i rely on the mind;

but as it files grievances, defers to the heart.

and with a start,



iii.

i can hear.

roils in the coils of my trachea untangle,

bubbles at the bottom of my spine boil down,

snake lines down the ridges of my rachis

and as it winds, hides lines of curious contentment.

makes trenches in each tympanum, holds a handkerchief tighter

over mischievous hollows, dark caverns, dredged.



no matter, the foolish mind, acquiescent, complacent,

entertains the asinine heart.

falls in love at the drop of a hat.



iv.

there is a bonnet on the ground.