FREED VERSE

tongue

tonsils heave, bleeding
umami chill, sour 
			darlings.
sulcused body, why?

—

In which she finally puts her foot down, only to find

calcaneus of yore.
Arid flesh faces death by spur,
	a bony grave awaits.

—

ACUTE 

Her cortex heaves. Wrinkle
by wrinkle, ureters collapse.
Memento medulla.