roused from his seat, oily vines entangle him fuss with his hair,
they snake under his shirt, slide up his leg, thorns catching the pores,
a thin one curls around his ear, fills the canal,
where have you been?
several wrap around his tongue, another plunges down his throat,
piercing through his navel, one splits open the abdominal wall,
one struggles up the urethra of his penis, another toys with his anus,
where have you been?
one stretches out his scrotum, another twists through his colon,
more go through his mouth, split into different directions in his chest,
struggling to breathe, they dance in his lungs,
where have you been?
one shoots out, enters his heart, others weave through his ribs,
they grow and inch through his arteries, narrow down into his veins,
around his spine, wrapping the femur, tight along the shins,
where have you been?
under his shoulders, down the arm right to the fingertips,
up through the muscles of his neck, at the base of his skull,
he feels them under his scalp, he feels his eyes bulge,
where have you been?
he coughs, chokes, pisses on all fours,
i’m here, i am here.