dummy

No. Yes. The ship could be half-full and still I’d want to
crawl up into that room with you. To face that terrible seal.
The heart-trapped-rhythm. Sewing-needle. (Lipped.)
Where the girl-hero explains: waves. Explains: sorry?
Deceit, desert / Sudden noise the woodpecker grapples
with. (Absolution? Tell me…) Mascot. Little-bird. Little-
hater. You’ve shorn your head. Tinkle in your downstairs…
pianissimo, plaster. Dream: a pit in my stomach, girl worn
down by a storm. There are no windows in the house 

and I won’t mention the armoire, but for one last time,
though I could, I could…