In tree blown slippers’ nightingale
gauze she remembers awake
a squawk murder of angels
zither less crave of field
crows Grafts feathers fallen (one two
other) some sewn into her hair
sleeves woven limb to laurel
leaves plunking gut strings above
her head Want: haloes of glass
beads the kind drunk girls
noosen their necks but when asked
she’ll flash freck (cuneiform
breasts) siphon funnel nettles
to starling Breath: not the lack
lusts her of carousel (repeat
calliope stem hush) full
seraphim full fury Plays lyre
true she can dance in corn
gown revival tents clear
water (whiskey girls no shame
all bracken reed) Recall:
covey of maudlin merry mag
pie harpy’s sick chords tame
boring drill-like her marigolds.
