Cold white fish on woods

Beneath the river

Fast bright schools bleed silver

Contract, bend stab bend

Touch on light on scales they

Divest and vie

Patterns on tiers

Of municipal glass

“The money follows the child”

Attend to the fish bone

The slim neck,

Crooked hush,

A down,

Put down handle

“Stab in the dark”

In a film, handle

An old black phone, what?

For this one is the gove-curve

No this one is the gove-curve

The river,

The silt,

Smoothed cling film gutted

Gape of rock

Where guts slip,

Deep. Red. Oak. Grain.

The state is narrow

And you are basically gone

Gone all bone-scuba

It is in the varnished f**king floor

Your face a rut around us

Build. To. Up. Crinkle. Shine.

Like the winds that hurt us on Mars

Two

Float perfectly sad leaf

Float bright fresh green fold

Feathers torn the dead wing

Sunk in the wreath boat

Sunk in fine claps of copper flame

Orange and green flecks

Silent carnival

Blinkless eyes