Cold white fish on woods
Beneath the river
Fast bright schools bleed silver
Contract, bend stab bend
Touch on light on scales they
Divest and vie
Patterns on tiers
Of municipal glass
“The money follows the child”
Attend to the fish bone
The slim neck,
Crooked hush,
A down,
Put down handle
“Stab in the dark”
In a film, handle
An old black phone, what?
For this one is the gove-curve
No this one is the gove-curve
The river,
The silt,
Smoothed cling film gutted
Gape of rock
Where guts slip,
Deep. Red. Oak. Grain.
The state is narrow
And you are basically gone
Gone all bone-scuba
It is in the varnished fucking floor
Your face a rut around us
Build. To. Up. Crinkle. Shine.
Like the winds that hurt us on Mars
Two
Float perfectly sad leaf
Float bright fresh green fold
Feathers torn the dead wing
Sunk in the wreath boat
Sunk in fine claps of copper flame
Orange and green flecks
Silent carnival
Blinkless eyes