Look
up a fissure in
affinity –
true
devotional
mirror: if the missing tooth,
which at one time thrived in capitals,
remains suffering – is
sobbing, trying to hold back tears
its opposite, ripeness
is found in the
panic.
Emerging from the
crescendo of adjectives
the thought is bold
and of lovers and
life’s violators.
You
permit him to retrieve her from
bleak entangle-dialect
synchrony with an old penny, a
few lines repeated. The girl
might appear separate while others
surrender more easily to the poetry.
It reminds me
to claim the
almost hyperbolic
brother
body
heavy-hearted
with independent
loneliness.
