wander five feet above,
on a shivering branch.
pink, nubile and unprepared.

south is the wind
and face it, as it pours milkmaid dutch
down the weighed, sagging ravines on your cheeks.
rain climbing eyelids,
wave falling on the sea wall.

“a rumor spread about an area where a ******’s blood was painted on an electric line.”

******, lacquer your teeth.
assume mother’s mantle,
live in deliberate anonymity.