“…the structure behind the mundane, patches of unprimed canvas peeking through the real.” Ben Lerner
do
chambering beams move light tightly
make
think
fire says womb
fire the brute it is
well transfixed be
tir de barrage heat
ripple the ground
the ground
ripples an abstract tonare
overheating form fires mast
interior cradlelike
high-technology
deep light combing
zips back
of the soft-rifle
anybody sick soon
blooded for toward
ripple hangs on
cultivated land
crawling at a wall
naming the best of these then
uteri grip the queens apparition