she sees a 3-ply mouth pet sponge rock at peace beneath the wheel she hears she won’t tip and spill the tears she hides the spear to rupture seal she’s a crevice biting jigsaw muzzle she loves his clay composure clear one-way glass she sees the grease cauldron through the hole in mirror black thrusts heart plug inside straight faced will not crack she keeps him he keeps his composure they exist.