Look out the wide windows   

when the ships come                 under what authority                 is skin

the port blisters             binds its steel but here

smaller              make yourself                 make me



                                                                                               Placing piece by tiny piece   

                                                                                                                            of the night    inside my chest

                                                                                     you’re sleeping                there              you’re falling

                                                                                                                                                                    asleep

                                                                                                   into teeth           and neck embrace

                                        up close it’s not a blanket                too much growing in gold grass



I’m flat on the floor                      head in the speaker and finger

by finger            the light passes easily through us

teasing out the hairy breath                    a plaster of yolk                         but be rinsed away   
   
be chaff                            if you must        be