With what the new Adam accrued,
or what the flesh severed in
your December—often a swelling
to refrains, your fine battery: paled
palms & knees on the gravel while
the barrel of a gun rendered & did it
itself. To have been infected with
fluorescence/ he was trembling/ into
a yawn, a suite you circle on Adam’s
bloodied sheets. His raised, stiffened
fist crumpled this corner for what he
He missed and what Adam’s missing
built from ripples; once initialed, nay,
exhaled; a leash to tender his rasp/
muffled from a cradle prior to the gallop
