an indian woman, you guess, runs room to room.  
moves, by herself, beds.  

sleep, but for its vacant host, would sleep.

the hollow locust in your right breast
     leans for the dust in your left.

for roach, your hands made of toast.
for mouse, a mouse-sized moth.

a crude infant can be made and will be
     from a phone’s receiver.

     dark food, and below it
your body of bright milk.