Monday Roberts

I notice my legs each day in the shower, a reminder that I am real.
I contemplate intimate forms of support, my symbiosis with the stranger who visits my shrink in my absence.
I play with co-dependent materials, tracing the seams where muscle meets bone.
I imagine taxidermied armatures, the scaffolding that binds human to building.
At night, I read smut, it gets me to sleep.