Wrapped in tar-soaked nylon yarn. Is the message undersea.
A form of house call, pity in going direct-to-video. Having no say.
Pornographer who shows
The backscratch. Appoggiatura, mishaps. A form of course-correction.
Par exemple the vocal scooping in the nuns’ prayer hummed
Keeping it together for us in the valley. The monastery
I watch be dawned by fog like seamen with a way forward and down.
Walking by, the silver mirror doesn’t often lie to us. Keys keep quiet
In the silver dish by the door: someone home, soon to leave.
A way forward. I can't say
You’ll like it. Rubber cement slathered on a handkerchief like a crêpe
Huffed till it dries. Orestes, the breasts bared. And to teleology
We say wait hold up. Face in the mind
Resolved in the mind before the eye
In the photochemical developer. What we can’t unsee, unhear.
Glass whining wetness
Round the lip. Appoggiatura, caustic burn, what should
Not be. A glass held forever
With the knowledge that thumbprints bring thumbprints, is the time
Before plastics, before warm plastic bands have a chance
To cool: borealis. Calling
in the throes the wrong name at the right time, and vice versa.