to curl in your motorcourt marrow
bike parked at the doorframe
exercise good my tinsel transistors
instant absolution orange Mary pain
but I left that party
just when you bit
my sex scent silver panties
slurred on by red trade
and the late-height deer
or her wolf’s-weight liquor saved.
I move raw all nights now
through fishflesh and whiplash
ice filling my sleep
fucking the eiderdown
out of my peace.
