A tressed bauble unbees
capacity, hassle
in ides, dare
idea: why silence in shaves?
why shut dull, dry
in weed?
wear a dress, wrapper
like a Hershey’s kiss
—this, body
god or parent, pink
wrinkled, heeling
in sun, gobbed organ
in wind or gleaming
sorrel on white, a sanitized
& broken constellation—
To eat that shirt
until one bloats.
Dry fibers absorb pangs
drying
the throat, a purse
of seconds.
To step out from the sandal,
to touch the
bloodwarm foot to the bare
bus floor before the exit.