Tiny red citizens
run and throw
weighted red threads
across the cut
in my thumb and
pull, and it’s pulled
closed.

Lacquer layers come cover over
theory /
territory /
weight /
bloodspray /
werewolf

and the hand returns
to normal.

It’s
a Tim Hawkinson
and you can tell.

The Bach
it’s programmed to play
survives by infecting a new host
and dying.

From here
it’s a sphere.

Get inside it,
threads lengthen &
writhe
in all directions
out of control.