sidebrow

White, Trackless Land

Then

the animals descendThen—




Inebriation

shaped of the darkness

about the magnolia tree


flirtatious in the recessional night


emboldens the meek

The dandier




lust between partner and beast

breeds a posse

by magnoliar light


Fighting

to keep itself


for the grave

Slips in the cold


muscle on the make

between nerve

and carpellary fist—








o



I can hear my ancestors

hungering at the screen

playing guest to the fiddle


boxwood, biwa strings


come back in

I get so lonely in the den


I keep my hands to my own




what the nurses feel

intempering

the lynching trees




Illumine the eyes

if you want me to die

more expediently


rattling

the lustrous boughs








o



HeirloomWe hang

A warm wind in the night

body of stone

remains



in first light

milk alarum from mud

up our legs



lac bugs burn the limbs

Short flames on scarlet sap

the strait of panamint

preserves



stockings from the dying tree

We water the dying bush

plain cake and potatoes



Do you hear? Socket of children pulling loose