marie

shattered sequences         undecided by heaven              i sit muffled sounds break through         the water white plume amongst         weed-blossoms purple avoidance and christ         sound that      ricochets— i imagine deviled tongue whispering late for an evening out                 (i touch, i touch)         Greek olives and bird         whistling

out of worms and spoons         on a sunday want for black hay against ocean         freckled visions                 touch tongue to shell tell me it’s you you you you you you you