Privy to a Prayer

“Wool steels an opening here, with wiry fingers / pulls down chrome under layers, abrasive pants / of effort, discretion’s attempt, strenuous / as its fluffer’s tongue damages…”

Nocturnes, with Fires

“Gutter-mouthed machismo / machine gunning it to / death, hitting home the point / that this is not something / he’s ready to accept, / no, not yet, but not…”