With your bottle of blood
a slow transfusion
sat in Hopper's Diner
for breakfast
looking east
window
sky
your bodylight fallen
from black rock to venus star
the rivertide on edges
city rubbish
broken nature
your gun under the Daily News
Light & dark
rough & smooth
solid / space
in the gallery
politics of corners
geometry
hungry for narrative
like there's truth in movies
Pulling threads from 67
stitches turn visceral
obviously
building an island
just feels right
traitors share excuses
they have to
a decade with no history
no witnesses