"how to keep in favour with the sky in another pieced together country"
'the eardrum inbeasted to savour even more so, now"
"my father never shot his wad"
"thin trial of glucose, thin trail . . . ."
"all is clear like a green ghost misting against my summerhood"
" we know how you must spread your blood, the last moment of yr scraps"
"gathering turns into the lull where the head rests away in the abyss"
"nails in a cage"
"midair collisions of the mind"
"yr shallow angles frighten no one"