Ice floes and rice paddies. I lay her down in neither nor the river from which she had been raised. I prefer textile factories: the singsong stroke of all our machinations; conveyor belts and leather belts undone. Where ought she throw the grains and threads. Surely not indecorous she summons out of the cracking brick [...]

The irresistible exertion of formulae on goosebumps and freckles. Eminently-felt geometry. Uncruel angles perceive my fingertips and do not shirk, do not shrink. Her skin smells vaguely of cement and coffee. The former ought to be just as drinkable. The pride at compass-point: the magnetism in half-dry sweat and sinking sugar cubes. Such a theorem [...]

I closed my jaws around her throat like fingers grasping for air, for air for air for air. Was she fair or was she unjust. It was cold, it was crisp; it was ice in a paper-towel gurney. Shakespeare recitations were not enough: I touched her like a wolf. The hairs stood such that I [...]

Such artistry in the shallow of her ear. Canals or gullies suffice no precedent for the tetanus shot. She casts the tallow off, and the scent conjures something fantastic — a parlor rug on hardwood floors, and splinters every day. Does it sting, or merely cauterize the open door. If she sits, I stand against [...]

Wearing gray I look into a superimposed reflection glancing sidelong off the iris, oblique. Which of the myriad indicators for violence? Applaud the candor, the freckled girl (yawning, and stretching): she earns every impact from palm upon palm. A falling toothbrush sings Zen koans into the bathroom sink. Colored towel chorus and unscented fragrance inspires [...]

I RAISE YOU UP WITH FISTS i raise you up with fists from the marshes and the reeds and each wrist bears the lode. brush the infirmary away out of your scimitar lashes. if i ought to unclench my hands then command it to be so. until the outshadow fades before your tautology, shorn i [...]