Wrapped in the wires he tries to unwire himself. Sits in the dark and trusts that he has been naked all these years; he turns himself inside out to find a skin. Look at all those twisted feet; how they shuffle in place in the dirt; how they jangle in place in the weave; these things have been known and unsaid. Look at all these wires strung along the length of this man's life; how they jangle and twist and curl in place.
