curdled against dry heat,
sunken and
i feel scared sometimes like

maybe at the bottom of the ocean 
with all those
twisting caves, there isn’t
anything at all.

i tried to follow, tried real
hard
and stumbling rough against
the last piece of concrete 
on a dead end street, 
sun baked tar filled cracks and
that look the neighbor gives me
when i walk outside, all 
feel like
when fuzzed bees come
too close and 
slick honey runs dry.