can't catch a break on
the curb of a well, casting your
laughter down to jar the
roots of the earth. feign bleak
or black,
with green screen skin which casts
//
projection(a moth in the woods)
or less your hand flicks like
a spider mounting the ***** of
a pin.
convex and all more convoluted;
shapes in the pale darkness
which ebb from view upon sight,
little insects which scurry into
holes when a rock is lifted.
a warm gust carries over the
glass, ruffling
lace and
water.