Tightening loosening

Tightening loosening

on the restored tracks

without entirely freeing herself as woman

from the vague bestiary that besets her

among so many pious incantations

driven into morning

the mud’s soliloquy

rolls and grows

pale usurper she sleeps and hates me

I have neglected her poverty

she holds herself a little higher

unbounded shadow of a wagon wheel

heavily alive on the wall