With a squeal, the alreadyotherworldly broadcaststuttered,scattered,leavingonly a tattered hiss.
In the patient, quiet museum, she is exhibitedclosed, indehiscent inside a glass casket,
reclining on her back, on hair long as her spine.
In the morning we found40 acres of oakstorn to the ground.
In the alluvium ofthe hot afternoon,where the day’s clarities […]
