is diaphanous as a mother in the claw foot,
soot-charged, after axing a bureau. Calm comes in fog,

on greeny stem, inside the experiment. Blushes do
as sunrise does, solvent of having been seen.

Attached, swaying in ruffle. No wonder
humans prefer a certainty of square over circle

save a daiquiri’s expansive rim, its lemony, boggling pith. 
Occultish, any opening that is mouth, ear, canal

to the airless underneath. Snow covers what was once
most personal. Energetic, was dissipates.