Can't abstract the blood, parked in a cozy spot
as a gift from ambient indifference to proactive smiles-

aware of brackets, their tinge on your face,
your eyes made out of the dark blight on calendars
from bygone years that were never removed,
the fact is we checked out and racked heads
till the press caught our tones to suppress what
in their heads makes a coffee bean
out of an idiom.
Effulgent acid,
like a broken heart that builds
a cottage in the throat,
burns the basis of our nap.