a double-ended apron bathtub, holds

an oblong pond of milk--poised to

exude volume.

its faucet drips plaster-of-Paris, as the

bell of a saxophone nuzzles to surface.

the congested takeaways of noir lighting

set in--the: O of the saxophone glints no

shiny brass.

only exhales the black bits of checkered

tiles from its bell--whose blow is the central

implication of sound.

which may, or may not have been produced.

draining a predominant starkness too white

to stiffen.