I woke up in a galaxy of bluewith a piece of forest in each palm:
The dizzy sun rose on a far-off townwhere she’d gone,leaving as the hand of…
I can’t stand going out or staying homeand never have
does the night knowthe morning sky shines bright, lighting up the worldof…
a husk of a thing
a passing glanceturned double take:once in noticetwice in comparison
Sunday comes on sober legsher brow lit by a pale sundrowned by each and all;
A parade of facestwin eyes over nostrilsspin like dancers on an icy stagesilent as a…
Like a stripe across a tiger’s browI lie upon the folds and flux of skin
The statues of the terrace turn to kerosene at duskbut you didn’t mind.