plosive wind                  barbiturate winter
redbridge for nameless                   calligraphed
creatures               animus after animus         antiquates
      & anastrophe    ungraving the cosmos     of its soft       

ghosted night





                     breathless wind        oleander     & zinfandel
   / the arguments of angiosperms rehearsing
their rivered rhythms /     converged the disunited light

  i earthed my desire    beneath me    only for grass
  to grow my silhouette  language a ghost  of cloaked clothing
  so that to see my spirit  one saw static   thieving
the empty expanse    & words    a flock of wings
openmouthed    between sound    and its capture





and what to call that but time
passing through its architectures?





  had i not brought my vernacular lost   i would not
   have entered      my tongue even willing me  onward
   past  the broken frames enclosing me    an ensouled voice
 lending truth       to truism

                            / here, heal /

an oceanswept rain     pacifying the plural                
                            permeable embers   puncturing my solitary
unintentioned attention to                            come home






hunger called me       so i came       spewed my riches & when
i saw what made a body longed for        / conquered /      stored citizens
inside me        & retched them from my inventoried abscesses            
and who to tell me food doesn’t make one warm?

i      ate so much i forgot i was full       ate so much i grew my words
to my mouth    so much to give me form but the city was only spirits

and how else to say nobody wanted me                     

and what to call that but language?                            







   the way the body keeps one safe       is more complicated
      than hunger      the way hunger fails      when held to words
      vaster        than feasting                                
              how to hold my body open        but to follow anything with shape
/        to attach unvoiced hollow               to weight?              






Something solid tells me                    take courage      to hold
my hands in view    of sunset /                                                                     
                                                                      does it striate me? / no name
without mouthings      / no face                                                                                    
                                                        without presence /
to speak i say make form /                                                                             
                                                               to hold / stay awake

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