Parading

knows nothing, flaming, razory, the feathered serpent I saw as a

an anxiety of time

beauty is truth, and truth    …  

If the ocean’s filled with stars

I was assigned to you, together we were

held the abdomen still in the midst of calling

Fruitless to try and compare     your searching lines

fluoresced. They saw me laid on a dictionary

The soul presses like the crowds at the door.

Cora whispered into my ear, “My god, I see them. They’re so deli-