Improv 1, Week 10

The touch of something silly.
The need to squeeze, to pull until the joints pop.
To feel it all give way.
To smell the aching, the longing to be
let go, let off the leash that's slowly
tighter now, that's pressing in around
the carotid and the bobbing Adam's apple,
pushing like a mallet through this carnival
of tightening, it's tightening
and not much longer now we'll feel
it all give way.