Radiator - Peter Adams

My flesh began to fail me

As I crawled through the wall

I felt fingers brush my clothes

Go to sleep counting the holes in your skin

Where the world stops and you begin

The kitchen fan is twirling

The window sees the moon

Picked the bones inside me

Melted the tendons slowly

Destroyed the mind

Go to sleep counting the ceiling’s teeth

Empty sockets over and you beneath

The kitchen fan is twirling

The window sees the moon

Sit up straight

Don’t draw in the margins

The radiator needs bleeding