To bend to be consumed by the parallel of the look gazing off to some new wall that hadn’t been resting there that hadn’t claimed the entire level of the act Eating through wretches & the corpse of time there is a kind of melodrama that swings out from your feet While heads stretch & glances must find the eyes They must line up with something to clue you in to the image you hunted this morning In the frailer cups of coffee where you harboured resentment\ resilience for a while while you studied your propensities to swallow huge chunks of the temporary; like a bathing suit you just can’t get rid of but covers you somehow & reveals you somehow
