feel a woman, ate up
by sea

all the color
in her face

bled into ocean
free

swimming
untraced

pink
for rosy cheeks

and lilac
for painted nails

and her husband, raising sails
while she shrieked

how she shrieked
for shoreline
how she screamed
for his eye

"look at me."

post meridiem,
sleep

schemata dream

and
ante meridiem

public transit
seethes

''de anima"
but
on soul
you do not have

psychotic

numbers
in everything

you are not living,

thing.

against snow sunset
plow the land
freshen up
with ***** hands

cold cassette
sings along
to dial-up net
breathing strong

against scratched windows
moonlight dance
and paces slow
to fretful finance