Code 32, 4, 12.

stretched faces
pulled cords
tubes are all tangled
sleeping by the locker
with the physiques
I might have mangled
and pulled all-taut
by twine and glue
three-hundred expressions
moved through you
I caught just one
before it had shifted;
your eyelids were drawn,
your face had misted
there was somebody standing
at the base of the cabinet
there were fingers poking
at the slits in the fabric
and when I woke behind your eyes
I felt our body compress and rise
and the locker's metal
was all mangled, breathing.
I was sure that you
were never leaving.