of legs precious left and what is
threaded enough to dangle,
skin so many strings
as cancer and krokodil allow
.
.
.
carrara tile bedspreads
every wing rendered in vapor
her eyes away from each
pendulous, plucking to softer scalds.
Mother droplets.
.
.
.
leavened skyward
redwood or challah
breath only in their carvings all the same:
fastened space.
of strings by vibrance
dwindled each pluck
anther, golden-melted,
as an ash would bleed
.
.
.
her whispers the gravity of clouds
oh they know yes i'm eternal already
sheeted rays flapping breath
to weary dissolution;
strings twist pale, legs behind the air.