from THE DAYLIGHT SECTIONS (7)
dandles goods and services while leaning into saving nest line
qua blue butterfly exotica redeeming clothing
left aswaddle contrary to the victuals expected.
pump that thread into my broom, said she.
record your better dresses forthright into activist sumatra
toward a blind alley somewhere off
to the presumptive right.
whosoever lane shifts shall be mortified under the surf.
unlikely pottery gleams from glaze
as if daylight owned the exquisition of calligraphy
in time for tunable moments teach-free.
the scissors, my young hope wound.
the block lettering.
the sharp duplicity.
the window light.