Collarbone inked Christopher
         and platelets eleven,
nebulae charted
                     dose calculations. Pigeon
                     breast, flail lungs were sponges where air
was jet and wedding dress, water. Second

cross-section like pre-Cambrian,
         no clots at eleven,
slit-lighted until
                     sliding to seven. Transfuse
                     unquenchable blood, crinoline
veins, spiraling brass spit valves necrotic;

too mitotic, this body
         for doll-houses. Trampoline
three year-old of gloss
                     plates and voluptuous crowns-–it’s
                     gastric oceans, ovarian
marsh, dandelions and twenty pounds ago

perfect for pointe shoes or hands
         ashen with pastels. Zero
for pain, denying
                     pain, room seven eighty two
                     is elsewise Mayan. Any gold-
headed god serves as alarm. A rooster
aria says nothing but
         name. Unapologizing
abdomen springs and
                     ankles mold. Notes bulletined
                     or ink-welled, no change no change no
change. Five, eight, eleven platelets won’t stick

like mirrors or opalescent
         baubles slithering to
tips. Call them bees for
                     waltzing, call them glee-bordered
                     emperors, fox-colored cascade
of mnemonics. Cat-lacquered eyes

lidded or closing, temples
         bloom. Unfurled like any
solstice. Sunflower, scales,
                     mellowed arch, which fermata,
                     twenty-nine cuspids tongue each
exultant frame for none, and none and