rises as motif as Oath or Oar
the aeronautics of sour/ce, Circes
if] if] if] then blas
pheme as in
a passionless boat fruit that knows no
better than crest
red bird feather
plate tectonics …
the anemone’s blue arm wand waves
au revoir, slow as
cellulose streams ribbons
across the moon
and I wanted to be called
urge or actor
or at most the page not the Carbon Yell
like every light
always dims
infinitesimal decimal
case in point
the pen is a muscle with its inconsistent Must
—Sandra Simonds