Mary Kasimor
with the last attack she only
felt her socks sagging they were all
lapsed & didn’t think about another fabric
in the background
music & thin mail arrived
a flurry of word arrangements among
the gingerly flakes diamond mines
ceased production
in the dunes lovers lie awake
in stormy weather salty dogs washed
overboard the name biscuit
logic emphasizes difference
downward spirals
in the art gallery
we gazed at virtual red those devoted
to catholicism ate bloody orbs
she wore emeralds on her finger
cemented on crept into her every devotion
water on porcelain a gauzy wind of sparrows
most odds & ends swept aside the crux
of the problem too many counted as saved
or recycled an odd elbow a crook in the knee
dust under the bed
justice served
world without end