comes a wind sweeter than praise
keep all things secret
that only appear more completely naked
than a hand moving the world     out of the way
a borrowed idea becomes an alibi
criminals describe the night without stars
ain’t no time to get it
or to disappear breathing heavy
holding stones    
blind stones
sleep in the laughter that brought the house down
residue reaches the tongue
polished remembering    
soft surface     virginity
enemy of blue on blue
no face