all colour away with fresh-snowed head silver tree and grove-sparkle a day is spent bending over the head a day is spent watching spider house ceiling and trap and tendrils
as the ship moves as we move as the fisherman moves the heads of fish to ice as we exchange kisses on the rocks, getting sand all over shells on our backsides watching the ship far from us
as the fisherman walks on oil and blood as we press our cheeks together
abdomen and primate cut stars from sandwiches, leave with star imprints their chests trapeze-like in smooth spandex, cut stars to the stroke of a meat cleaver a scaled yellow finger making meat on a swing set with corn-crowns to push wet riversong through skirt's opening to sing in a wet river sequined rooftop and red beard to lure the grasshopper