— PLATE I —
So blunder on. sullen that you are, to lean into your most cowardly gestures. That hand you draw from
— PLATE II —
me, the way you gnaw toward. Such remembrances leave a deep stain, difficult to wear out of garment,
— PLATE III —
and memory is woven so poorly it has left a trail out the wash. You forgive yourself too quickly I worry.
— PLATE IV —
That passing time you find mending concerns me. It has no such effects on the grace of others. You only
— PLATE V —
prune from this wet flesh the most tender bite. Hardened callus and tough soles pour out of me like
— PLATE VI —
some foul stench. They nauseate and singe the senses shut, make amends for shortcomings and relay no
— PLATE VII —
wonders from lowly sights. Burnished joints and aching loins that carry me only so far. Graveled pace
— PLATE VIII —
froths from a stream most unknown and most untidy, some tide most irregular that I call sustenance.
— PLATE IX —
Yet you find yourself wiser by the calm quiet you confuse for patience. Well earned you think. Positively
— PLATE X —
yours. This claim to your venture is pinned by the most assured gaze. Justly you may look back on it all
— PLATE XI —
you think to yourself. Fair you've been so rest now sound and sure. i cannot say - that spoken word i
— PLATE XII —
bound you to. Then so, then i wonder aloud bits empty and vain, like resting limbs on summer lawns.
— PLATE XIII —
jostling between rushes and I hold dear like they hold dearly the object of their embrace. Like a reward,
— PLATE XIV —
place around their breasts the labor of love that has been pulled from deep within, bursting juices
— PLATE XV —
flowing like spit from my mouth. And I recall terrible things with too much ease, and gross matters
— PLATE XVI —
prime their approach with nestled seeds from ways on back. Finding their way again against the sure
