i

drag the headless obscene
exiting a la end scene
stage left

you were.

coniferous line of teeth
mourning with me

and for the mold
fuzzy on our bed sheet

it is where our bodies
used to
sleep

this is for my postulate one

singing for the sun
and all yellow and all forevers
undone

my collapse version
to elapse worse in
aortic and pulmonary poetry. i

watched the electricity die

quietly

and without the use of

my eyes.