The rebellious dwell in a gentle breeze, a calm passage blowing
in the right direction.
Rock piles itself against the door. A pair of oars promises land.
A prison escape on a ladder of bones.
I show signs of irascibility. My love totters on the back of passionate
regard.
We inherit the heads of laborers. No tombstones in the country
of cannibals.
The belly of the man who predicts the winning numbers menaces
the goodwill of beggars.
When the flood recedes, the sea’s rich with frogs. A struggle
for bread afflicted by cleaving.
An arbitrator distributes sweets to thousands, and by degrees
the rowdy begin to dwindle.
Women and glass undo slander, delicate bits of flung affection.
It’s a sight worth seeing.
