it rains among boisterous cries from a foot passenger


no sufficient margin to comply in duplication


formal nights at a warehouse door
that small stature


that forbidden place is erased with two nights


fifteen victims are sent home
rust and rot in the grimy cellar


pointing in my direction
claimed to cool down again


the child’s chair
a closer recognition
until nothing is reached


eyebrows elevating
who purchases
what sizes and patterns


in motion state
once or twice before
shaking the head


the muddy sky
a crow’s presence