strings and dirt the
shirt buried twirled in the
mud glass raised to yr
lips an island white with
guano stroke yr faucets
dance between the streams yr
shovel hugged to naked
chest drain the pond yr
frothing eyes surround the
shore oily like yr throat
Com puesto
shore clots part submerged
frothing glottis you impaled
chest isolactation or was clay
shovel stuck in bucket
dance wreathed around the house
guano face ("or cake") bit
lips billowed or a comber
mud frozen in the yard yr
shirt stiff twitches with the
strings leaves old lemon peels
John M. Bennett
