Lineages 11

tell a part as fur
slicked down or roughed up
stroked or enfolding

or as the weather
sunny or stormy
basked in or fled from

or as where we live
fixed up or a wreck
on the street or not

or as air we breathe
warm and forgotten
or cold and choking

or as an ocean
swelling and crashing
swum in or drowned in

words not as mirrors
even squeaky clear
except as slanted

surfaces we slide
laughing screaming down
except as shattered

into shards that cut
it all to pieces
as dripping with blood

or as crushed to dust
sparkling like the stars
banging into life

don’t try telling all
that just casts a pall
and kills it