“Willows who cannot weep, indiscreet creeping / things bearded with insects, worms with / wings too willing to bend over / our own reflections and drink, we / are…”

“Charming the pearl out of an oyster / or an egg shedding its shell, moisture // knows well every crevice, trickles / until each swells those reddened nipples…”

“Plastic petals of exertion sweat over the surface, / rubber with rhythmic routine the legs of this / charade’s aching structure, lay like purchased kisses hackneyed corpses…”

“Opening up is a very imperfect art, the navigation of / uncharted parts, we know better than anyone else our own / secrets, keep them to our…”

“Translation allows us to eavesdrop // on another’s thoughts, pariah dogs / scraping with wagging tongues shaken skulls / as if they were upturned begging bowls, / emptying heads…”