the stain saw gasping in the eaves was like your
chirping clay was like a falling halter that your
breasts revealed, besides our children, case of
combs and soup "inside" the "lurking-faucet",
rest and floods, could you refry? appalling water
in your digits watch unlike your digits watch . . .
stoves and boots . . . I was "outside" headless, dreamed
your belly and its door? was like a lamp and I was
chewing
Pub. Feb. 1999