do you always wear your hair
like that? wrapped around a soft little bird.

neck taped into hands fluttering as if sunlight,
would anyone care

to analyze this? tell me about the destruction
of the widow's house. the house is never in, or out.

so can i have this day, artificial buyer? hold it with-
in ambiguity of time and space, salt

the subject of guilt thrown over a smile.
you told me it supported a motif. and lately,

i've been wondering how my old friends are doing.
are we all still dreaming

dreaming in murder, am i complete within this body politic,
trick. i can see that before this, and, this is the first time

in my life, for the first time in my life i
feel beautiful. a slight

agony of sound snuck inside winter
trembling in forms of sleep and she

told his hands to never let her go,
light. light shrouds air and the air smells faintly

of clouds and deers. there are no trees, here.
and there, you belong with moths

of men and moths, carrying on and shedding my love
in veins and gasping skin.