ten three

barometric
pressure, a tight
upper arm squeeze.

inside arm, not
the skingrab
you’d get used to.

feels like
that hard swallow
sensation,
when you gulp
too fast
a rock elbows
through your
esophagus.

but this

not in your throat:
it’s hard, sharp
unproductive wrench.

pain without
destination.

a hurt
without result,
eventual
accustomization.

it slips away:
absence
unrealized.

not bonespeak,
the whisper of marrow
to calcium,

but bonescream:
alien frequencies
of titanium where marrow
was, protesting
biological framework.

foreign decibels.

hard reverberation
repeating bruises
on soft walls.