I can bean acquired embellishment —a pagan pet, fit for dancing.
A thread pulls, to unravel a dressing, and somewhere beneath the filaments:a carnival of skin.
Reciting poemsabout a life that feels unadorned,a resilient beast — a dumbwaiter of sorts
Spit in palm and, make a deal,to grasp a contract with a worn-down wheel.When you would rather drift away,into a lateral flight……
The dead whisper homilies,falsities,word upon word,
Observe this, a tableau unbalanced, uncoveted, like a bruise.
Love is that eventual thingthat’s oft defined by numbers —
Satire flatters, by omission — brightens, like a winter sunrise,without feeling the frost below.
Another night, another roomwith a new car outside, cooling,familiar body, insideglistening, tiring.