i can tell you're looking at me
staring out the window
suitcase on my knee

saying, my!
but his eyebrows have dropped off
his face is pale and smooth like a plate

it looks like he's swallowed his tie

and his brain's shrivelled up
grown legs and is
hanging upside down
like a spider in his skull
that nervous little sphere
with a mouth like an ulcer

and his shoulder why it's invisible against the sky
and he has the hands of a dog

you spit at me

saliva finds its way
to the exact centre of your face

it'll be easy
to calculate
your circumference