No padlock. No pick tucked in your left cheek. No chain a foot thick from ankle to neck. No straitjacket self- love self- hug. No gag. No Hudson River shiver shiver dragged below by a bag of bricks.
None of that for you, Houdini.
Only your skin to writhe against, to weigh you down.
Escape it if you can.
Before you drown—