Impossible flora and fauna

Enough bones to die by

Flesh tin, tattling glass

The holler’s not color

 

Books that don’t light

Metal to skin to sub

Woven shrug, harpoon

As if hide can gift

 

Pinched swerve, twist

Worse than price submits

Vein skin scar demystify

Lightning clap, dim scat

 

Poor man on her horse

Bare-breasted window