free
sequences
begin once and by extension
every remorse
imaginary
a
blinking breathing side to you
waves are not infinite
realizations
but
residues
the
body tries to ignore the need to introduce
a moment's thought
shrunk
around the wound a sustained trail-off
to
conversation
every
breeze is a substitution even slowing moments
in which “forceful
hatchings
of
brilliant reds and greens in the parrot-flesh”
