dearths

lining:
windowlight, sullen year, tableau
dripping in the arm twisting
worthiness, density, motion
calendar-flipping. note, furnace rib
straylight
forget a day's a papercut

departing:
scuttle over ashes
spittle dearie drawn hills and valleys, setting powders,
smudging marks from when i sought a talk,
in your kitchen on the mat. blinking through
a year of meals (yank our blood out!
click it in you!), held within a lark and swish and drip it in our mouths,
lines upon us all are everywhere

lingering:
i hear the day the air
is still is tickling
my neck is death is death is loving is my lungs
caress is dust upon the dresser finger trailing
match-cut blue sun
raising arms into the heart a life a breath and gone again