with potassium chloride
and eat the
into the mouth of space.
red buttons, poppy leaf kings
tucked in their green homes
In God's absence we are just
atom bundles pressing into each other's electrical fields
making each other's bodies vibrate a little bit faster,
a process we both interpret as comforting.
petrified, spectres arborescent:
another family buried
together and bound
by the mineralizing quality of time.
corals bob out
the rhythmic income of
glassy tide and make
for darting fish
the air has become liquid
a great vat of crystal
in the soggy heat
tide-foam pools around
the beach's welcome ankles like
a lace nightgown at
the feet of
a beautiful, bareskinned woman
We watch the twinkling fish tank
from dry land. We watch
green algae encroach
on chlorinated blue.
It necrotizes. It becomes oil water.
It becomes licorice tea.
There's Venus, eyes stung, blinking.
We watch the swinging silhouette
on old boiled skin,
the true object of interest.
A rat scuffs her pink paws down
the plastic tube and clunks into the dish.
She eats. Black seed held to chest.
We're content, watching.
You hold me to your chest, too.
long licks from the
pale dogwood papillae wet-sanding
bare-necked baby girl's earth-salted skin
a square of silicon carbide
refining away dings and scratches
leaving acid streaks and worrying
mouth-shapes into the finish
diligent downturned crescents
to be touched is to lose
top soil to the clutching wind
another game with the warden
a finger to the table saw
dead leaves to the defoliator
she swallows her loot like a librarian
lunching on a primary manuscript