I am in a tight corner
where harm
is duly meant
and to be harmed
with the skill
required to fill in
an eyebrow
is commendable
just keep under
standing this and
you will be
made
the you you
carry inside
yourself
an admittance
which throws
into disarray
the pruned
napes of the
female network
in its heightened
overlapping
I know nothing
of those girls
what is made
safe in the mouth
exchanges
color
the lips to
create new territory
we are so
because one
says, a
generative bonding
better
when retained
✶
you brought out
my muted
activity for
performance purposes
a way to keep me
in participation
eight hands
clapping, appear
to feel the air
between speakers
ultimately
there is a lacquer
something in terms
of hierarchy
I put her in my clothes they called my mom my mom
called me ready to rip my hair out. The girl with my ID
in reception never thought it was possible mom, didn’t
think she would actually go through with it, but tell me
again now who am I? This yellow top?
a wider cut
with formal
implications
announces itself
loudly I
did not test
the fair inverse
the recalcitrant
female privacy
you are
in the state of
things at quite
a safe position
in its beginning
there is confusion
of ability
what gathers
steam
lacking the other
side’s correspondence
only what is offered
what received, you
speculate on
motivations
by the sound
a female’s voice
it adds up
to something
this sequence
multiple surprises
within claims
of civility
I find it
deliberate
✶
our dual
surveillance
purporting
what slit
in view what
I have to be
is someone
talking
a glean
maintained
without such
compliance
there is a certain
choking
something stuck
in the back
of the throat
trimmings ascribe
persistence
always the girls
delight afforded
to us through
their conversations
it is about
making everywhere
outside
the development
of a smokey
top lid 