touch sensor 

my house is infrared & a vigil. here comes
the hand we have left. jumping rope
until the rope is a snake. i hold my bones
in a wicker basket. nothing in the burn pile,
just sensitive & strange. i have a faux fur coat
& the sensor says, "you have no body."
a metal dector for a lover. passing under
bridges. tuning forks in the drawer. we do not
make the cheese board we thought we would,
instead assemlbing a tray of buttons. an app
will operate the staircase from now on. i try
not to take offense when you dont trust me by myself.

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