*the scarlet’s clutch
* the bone’s mausoleum
*the
logorithm’s primer
*dumb testifier’s phosphor
fractures
into wings—our interview
unskeined before jehovah assented
*our cherished wadings
in nightgowns,
his boots, her frock conferred
upon the peat—the savory fire
of winter burns too far away
*the glass blower fills
the sky with
a black eclipse, the anthracite
won’t burn—the coaly night
lays hidden
