A hindsight of blood.

The sill with its speck of ash: who smoked

there? Tea on the lip as

a forgetting of another endeavor.

Red: aligning quietly on the eaves

or beneath the skin: articulate, articulate.

The dream of the wheel, bird

sounds, red of the hip

like a wrist corsage.

~

Snow under the hand, a different kind of muteness.

Something you once belonged to, the lines smudged.

In the other memory the severed arm speaks.

In the other memory it is as silent as snow.

~

In the transient form

everything subject to question.

A tilt, a bruise.

Later on, the killing time.

~

Next to your eye, a door.

Next to your door, a vestibule.

Next to your vestibule, it opens.

Now give me your mouth—

~

In the study of distance

everything meets the eye

as pool blue.

A cool light, undecided, comes

over the mountain.

The cloudswift sky unbuttons.

Everything remembers everything.