Images selected by poets to accompany their verse.
This one sounds like a bicep. This one is mostly knee. These wheels are made entirely from abdomen. Here's my Frankenstein muscle. This is my rearview muscle. Everywhere I move into mirrors at top speed. Here is my coco-cola muscle. Here I am a hundred miles of desert. The muscles that wrap around the roof of my back that look like wings, those muscles are built from the red and yellow flags around car dealerships in a land where the sun never goes down, a land where the air can choke you and there's no money, just these soft shellfish I lost a lot of money in an open air restaurant in a town just like that before I was polished blue. Before the world made me chrome. Before I gave up all languages for speed.