Born of course & forcibly struck, wind

On a Brooklyn winter afternoon coldly lights

This series of dreams, all four suits drawn

Automatically. Dear Phil, clear air

& tea, esoteric techniques for breathing

evenly. Crystals on shelves sonically low

Chronic crackling laughing. Pointed teeth

A wolf profiled in wild black, silkscreened

Sinews, “a farm in the city”—red floorboards

RAW 100% PURE NATURAL UNCOOKED HONEY

Superstitions double-checked. Her gold hair

Hanging over freckled ears, she’s a seer

Emailing me research questions about Gray Aliens

Our Lady of Excessive Laughter—xo / J