evening
refuse
is a happy thing
blotted,
to speak to anyone
a crucifix
of language
about your day
merging into the pine
with fear-meaning movements
the inequalities
we ascend
of growing twilight
a new-fangled idea
my body
iron-grey
is a finite
nails of war
banquet
hammer horror home
cliff edge—
the errors of non causa
fast-falling dark :: a telegram of yearning
to read the heart blue flame
for a century / a turnscrew / of fumbling / dangers