we worry weary on the wire / pair of owls glasses

hapless arbitrators / already pumpy feathers / hell / have me

your claw and I will sip it / punch play like  airy other night/ we

fowl respectively crepuscular / it swoll tonight tints as

bursts an aureole around the city/  it was, it was /

bombing blue stung was no one on the street /me old shawl

wash rag let fly parallelisms /impotent containers my headphones

on to be reached / thinking we pair we gold no’s grow no

word up /whirled / Navajos called them chiindii / we /

cusp of tea /x’s in cognizance

* Forthcoming in Erato 14

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