Pearl.

The cadences of your combined voices

Tumble down several flights

Of stairs.

These walls are your parentheses,

Scooping you into a

Sentence’s secret room.

Keep the bubbles in your freezer,

And every day

Check

To see if their frosty bodies

Stayed orbular

Through the night your brother-in-law’s best friend’s roommate

Slept next to you in bed.

You fold up your life like a paper fan.

Keep up zigging

As you zag,

Tracing the fault lines

In your cardiac tissue.