Baby I'm Nauseous Again

Let’s get out of this country,
away from the ambits of pride
& psychology to that of skin.
Having curled my last tail
of resignation, it is disquieting
to know you are there in the darkness
telling stories about giants
& searching subway tunnels for sound
while I hold the phone
like a secret in the middle
of the night, standing as still
as the trees before the vicissitude
of fortune untightens like the wind
& shifts from static to caution