1210

toes curled
and spice under the nose
to light
make it light
again
again

keep the spoiled book
half kept as a parting gift
a little closing
half closed in closure

mother’s hands
fighting the bends
mmmmmmm
refrigerated the skin
then
open eyes

wasting in a car lot
metal and sweat
taste and structure
just a little
touch

absentee and forgetting names
wood grain and wood pulp
splintering on the lips
gearing up
motoring up
then tasting

an other
tastes wine
wakes up
canonized
forgetting our home
once grain