My nose is a Spanish bull
It takes about two dozen full-breaths
To growl upon the painted signs
Against windows that are not supposed to be windows,
Neither, anything else.
I look away.
My fever is the beat of
Two notching drumsticks.
A cracker. Outflanked. A red fish.
Do you see your heart slapped out often?
Sometimes I feel them,
These sea animals of the red waters
Trapped inside a—