surprise—unreeling
tape, rope, or time never
really loops
surprise—unreeling
tape, rope, or time never
really loops
imagine snow—
the smell just before it falls—
as smiles starting
wheeling dreams—
nocturnal sorts—swishing in
a black cup of sky
some unlocked something—
green and red memory
tripping tumblers
they’re now stories—rays
without suns—hearts of light
beaming anyway
they say you’re wet
when you’re wet—no use
regretting clothes
in dark recesses—
flame moves every animal
and urge
opening and
closing day—the sore hinges
of books and bones
do you still know us
as children—elbows and knees
clashing in love?
your face—
there—like waking in an
unfamiliar room