i’ve been sailing some rough c’s with one shouldered eye and three arms crossed awkwardly
i’ know my own shadow under the clever waves; reflective, deflective; insinuating film of bent noise
the woes of emotional congress and iron toast~
don’t make my marble roll backwards up course records
skiping aisles to find open windows
on the sil and the slips and savory moments of necked napes and glancing wrists
breezing, fleeting, my quiets of alchemy.