A mouth. Can blow or breathe, be a funnel, or Hello. A grass blade or a cut. A question seated. And a proud bird’s neck.

When in the mask of night there sh… we were riddled. A probe reached d… and stroked some nerve in us, as if the glint from a wizard’s ey… slanted out of the mask of the unk…

A smudge for the horizon that, on a clear day, shows the hard edge of hills and buildings on the other coast. Anchored boats all head one way:

The binocular owl, fastened to a limb like a lantern all night long, sees where all

Monday The world is a ball of water. See, it is round-sided. I move across its topside, upon the world, not in it.

The flag is folded lengthwise, and lengthwise again, folding toward the open edge, so that the union of stars on the… field remains outward in full view…

“Feel me to do right,” our father… We did not quite know—in fact, not… His last whisper was spent as thro… He left us a key, but how did it f… to do right.” Did it mean that, th…

Blue, but you are Rose, too, and buttermilk, but with blood dots showing through. A little salty your white nape boy-wide. Glinting hairs

My dumpy little mother on the unde… had a mannequin’s grace. From chin… the sheet outlined her, thin and t… uptilted, bloodless, smooth, had a… Her head rested on a block under h…

We move by means of our mud bumps. We bubble as do the dead but more… The products of excruciating purge… we are squeezed out thin hard and… If we exude a stench it is petrifi…

Little lion face I stopped to pick among the mass of thick succulent blooms, the twice streaked flanges of your silk

In the pond in the park all things are doubled: Long buildings hang and wriggle gently. Chimneys are bent legs bouncing

What does love look like? We know the shape of death. Death is a clo… immense and awesome. At first a li… is lifted from the eye of light: there is a clap of sound, a white…

Fruit without a stone, its shiny pulp is clear green. Inside, tiny black microdot seeds. Skin the color of khakiImagine a shaggy brown-green pelt