earth tone
trepidation:
we open the
hood to find
only dirt
and molting
feathers.

our wine
speak lazy
tongue
love decl-
aration rolls
into Morning
(MOURNING)
After silent
closing
gaze.

disconn-
ect your staaa
tic eyes and
restaaa
rt the engine
before the
crows can
voodoo speak
their way back
up.