Monday, February 3, 2020

"i want you to poke more deeply into the throat"


























Measling sheets in a sateen / singled room two beds
Fabric's wax orange / matching to twelve feet window treatments / face nothing but wall
Girl here she was tasked with some sourcings / know that so trying
find enough to line the lay down duvet /and also so where light tries it's in
She / annexing holy complexion / only islet immunities inside
A West sweat's got xanthic look / beading off into all this messing what she worked
Don't want her touching yellow sick out of white body / wetted / it'll dry
Orange's job becomes a blearing / but I know / could still get in her from a touch





Land alone in all water / calved from
Not in a haste / parent rock
Near-whole place heaves with canebrake and in green






 Smallpoxed pillow / I did it
Sleep put chest on own fist /
With someone but alone / wheeze over Vadose olistostrome
Invite that angel to wrestle /
declined




















Had a new refuse come on me in car: 'Won't beg / not for the thing / will not ask'
Choler's kept in / I grace the out
Endemic belly palms set against slag red a pit of trash fire / and sun leaving
Throat acts skinned mimicking the backdrop / a scoria heat in it can blight / does
Shame from mealy guava it won't go down
See in one trice a ruby necked beak's tip / could it / nick that abscess













All that gold on the deportee / on plane
No chain of my breath on him God please
Not me / not him / neither
Do not be back
























BREAKING & ENTERING / Joy Williams

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