648.

There is a scale in
my ribs forever shifting
side to side for help.

647.

If only a wish
could elicit the same bit
of act's difference.

646.

But to be a small
caterpillar, made beauty
in one change's shrug.

645.

I am now the set
keeper of a history
better left behind.

644.

Held up by the girl
who sees his spine a bounty
of pain and pleasure.

643.

A relationship
found in an emotional
boy's masochism.

642.

And, perhaps, to bask
in the power of each break
in fragility.