A Cavity

my hands are smokey sweet but
you can’t be both unless you try.
but I try and try: so here.

the space between each limb
each joint and bone…
the air that dips and surrounds

each digit and scratch curves
down and pulls up- the tick
and the tickle, the tap:

each space is filled with something else
like your voice or your hand.
Or else, empty. Empty.