1734 c/o Samuel Carey

The Mouth of Savannah


We breath
bloodsicles
through
cannontubes

a flatfolding bed
slickmovement
under holdsheets
touchprints dusted
and placed on
fingerlips

and acidhips
deep cold
necksprung
shadow spoke
on carcasswalls
with ribcages
embracing

disposing
toeweights
for bonewakes
shiverhulls
in linenlakes
and too for
the legdrapes
that shudder

in solarstings
unclosed

while voicing
dawnhusk’s
misgrief