Theres His Nights Ruffled
yellow spots dotted across the granite fields. iridescent and cold. yellows not born with to
have cold. and if we were minding too well it was for little yarrow. splendid calf yarrow.
my socks breathe as elephants. my muscles twitch and have coffee. I whisper in sauna.
Ive made everyone around me invincible and crumbles. remember to crack them into
the stream, gurgling over house mounds. if I place my starry whip into this crevice will
it shake enough to wilt? not too much. Ive felt too like lots. my memory is being grated
to shreds. half the egrets are sobbing. half the egrets are loose and hiding in
rushes.