Adaptation

There is courage
in adapting incorrectly    (bones fuse with bold obedience to movement, not perfect form)


Not really virtue, like being blindfolded and handling


dark off sound,
moving toward panting, plunks, drips


because despite the horror
it is better to touch


I speak to you finally with saturation
instead of impressing you,
it scares you


I scare people instead
of loving them. I love you
in a scary way


              I come to the wrong place. Everyone is disappointed

              in my psychic journey
              toward wrongness