Overhead even the night seems to
I wave my palms through shadow
and breathe in great breaths of it.

imagine the night filling my lungs
wonder if I swallowed a star or two
haste. There's such a burning inside.

seared in long lashes. Wounds that
tears as opaline as amnion—tears
my eyes. The moon's too bright to

The sun's too hot to work. I'm
between the two, on soil whose
feels wrong. All around foreign

glower. I'm an inaccurate trans-
A language without a word-changer.
bare for all, for none; life lived in a

From here the whole world heaves
canvassed sails at sea. A sea whose
skin sweats stars that blind men's

sweat
air
I

and
in
Flesh

weep
denied
rest.

caught
grit
faces

lation
Laid
barracoon.

like
rippled
eyes.