I esteem Hannah—wires unwrapped—calling
phone to fire; deeper roses, lines, escapes, though fleeting. a child in
spirit, a giant in understanding, to have believed sight unseen. I vanish—the days
are choking—I worry about anything; you must be flowers, for petals are
falling, the carcass is naked. if you go missing, I will notice, I will summons
asphalt—the sulfur in your countenance, topaz pink eyes, lips made of monsters.
she broke out, shattered the pantomime, became a spirit’s ventriloquist, an
appearing ghost, losing half a body, with a lioness head. sour we depart—immortalized
in music—to vanish one last crime.
behavior. how has it obeyed? I worry
closeness is too far away.
are you cheerful—albeit, sad, some
found creature—closer to possessed by lyrics, seasons, deaths, inaccessibility?
behavior. how has
it behaved? I worry far away is too close.
I’m drifting, draped
in vocals, racing never to conjure again. news is breaking, ascension has
occurred, they only took the faithful.
I watched. a man
trying servility. I’ll be called next time.
I was certain,
more than others, I phoned the fire in seasons.
in those ears,
loud, poetic
harshness, shaking apart.
