armor

Only something with no need— warped by element, loved into recession Only something with no mother, a boat on its water, afloat and nowhere could refuse the harbor Something with no vacancy, no hunger, cropping its own low capacity No birth wound, no age ring, something strayed by...

How to Make Armor Wear your bones like cold-rolled steel, skin hammered in brigandine sheets. Pound leather and shadow to a stiff segmentata. Be corset-pinched. Clad in devices, night will rise like a wound, duty bronzed to paldrons hulking your shoulders. When your bad decisions are fused...