Jac Jemc
from this disturbed little evening
24.
by birds
lay you
you’re hurt
at last
25.
the dull hovering
thick
the lungs are numb
cells drum
the drop drills him ajar
oxygen can bend
like clocks do
going gone
26.
some little arctic
gimlets his synapses
the chillest degrees pierce
her fingers needle
pins puncture coolly
the cunning touch grapples deep
27.
his confusion
its own heaven
carols
til ashamed frosts puzzle in