Human Jenga

 

We’re playing human Jenga

Our limbs are all entwined

I just can’t seem to work out

Which legs yours

And which is mine.

Our skins have lost their edges

We’re all flowing into one

I’m not sure how to describe

This human sculpture

We’ve become.

We’re playing human Jenga

And I think it’s a win-win

This tingling tangle of torsos

That we find ourselves caught in.