norma l beautie s

daily occurrence—flip-thru
pages; here’s a sailboat

ever-ending     love
     the chaos//laugh
     or quiet retreat

in the car,

a delicate tableaux

envelopes either party;
sweet eclipse at hand—

     pass some ash thru lung

experiment 341: feel the same

put literal dashes--

abet accountability,

transplastic of--

well i really want this

love

to o god our success

you

to fuck like demons for the first time

babes

please o god help to

get this garden going

our yet-to-be

(just let the punctuation

trail)--