windsong

between the dots o static—shakey 
steps on white, sep
ia humsLadies!    sing
for me        between the rafters
cycled always loves to see the cry in
every box echoes & dust&harvest&    
&.    
&.                     land
-fillsculptures see the wall 
is wearing; layers over shades 
and buckles lining loving wearing
dun                oil slick
line-eyes a six
    -sides profile,
    models our patchouli heart
always pumping past the every-
always love is in the lurch