she sees you as you feel yourself
preparing for body levels
Quiet wishing into beloved Solomon’s raw blindness
He whom you take into the pool of eyelashes
pinched nose and all
ICE cream for a bastard horn
within the expression
cycle running feels
The Mother slips in
her Oroville coma
disciplined to entertain
A moment chiseled in polluted Law
impressed upon asphalt
concrete
confessed fiber submissive
In the filtered voice
of frontier souls