Judy’s window
twinkles with primer
I sleep in
headgear tailored for saints
Films about
animals shine on the ceiling
A crab beams through
our hair
The meadowlands
are fragile with stealing
They wave their
blades in green complaint
Day is a doorbell
fucked with error
We have grown
tight in the sun
Rivers fatten
with animation
And light
repairs to a thicket of guns
They do the
police with genuine feeling
A factory
gathers behind the rain
I salute the
logical weather
Judy’s window
twinkles with paint
