Concentric circles form in the palms of your hands. Targets for the nails to be hammered in. Martyrdom akin to palindromes. Madam I’m Adam. Sleeping late to become part of the progress. I am shellfish, I am slaveskin. I am burnt sienna in a college-boy’s noose. Where your hips lie, my words failed you. I spoke too soon with gunshy lips. A splendid expanse of flesh. A shit-eating grin...