a bed is left open to a mirror / a mirror gazes long and hard at a bed / light fingers the house with its own acoustics / one of them writes this down / one has paper / bed of swollen creeks and theories and coils / bed of eyes and leaky pens / much of the night the air touches arms / arms extend themselves to air / their torsos turning toward a roll / of sound: thunder / night of coon scat and vandalized headstones / night of deep kisses and catamenia / his face by this light: saurian / hers: ash like the tissue of a hornets’ nest / one scans the aisle of firs / the faint blue line of them / one looks out: sans serif / “Didn’t I hear you tell them you were born / on a train” / what begins with a sough and ends with a groan / groan in which the tongue’s true color is revealed / the comb’s sough and the denim’s undeniable rub / the chair’s stripped back and muddied rung / color of stone soup and garden gloves / color of meal and treacle and sphagnum / hangers clinging to their coat / a soft white bulb to its string / the footprints inside us / iterate the footprints outside / the scratched words return to their sleeves / the dresses of monday through friday / swallow the long hips of weekends / a face is studied like a key / for the mystery of what it once opened / “I didn’t mean to wake you / angel brains” / ink of eyes and veins and phonemes / the ink completes the feeling / a mirror silently facing a door / door with no lock no lock / the room he brings into you / the room befalls you / like the fir trees he trues her / she nears him like the firs / if one vanishes one stays / if one stays the other will or will not vanish / otherwise my beautiful green fly / otherwise not a leaf stirs