Planes graze the scalp Here
airport hinterland flowers and a letter “W” I was biking through it frightened
Why?
X variable route to the crib
Night’s
neck
a panther
Soul under it a smaller panther Biking
I bought
Hex
Stars?
Don’t
Some pinched together maybe
Square grey-brick mosque Green
text
Numbers
slip in the way I’m only used to letters
slipping
down the shoulder my
eyes
in the port
wine pool to your wrist
Neck
