the more you listen to it—emerges. Blue
blue, blue, blue
in the shade. Blue, blue, blue, blue
hydrangea. If he could be happy without me I
would leave him there
instantaneously. Dehydrated box
of box turtle deserving your censure. “Me minus you” is
a terrapin homestead,
sales diamondback sails
sales—sails—is that what you were trying to tell me, “sails”?
normal speaking voice in tones like consensus on the air when
no one is there there is nothing more intersubjective
than that. We eat
at the same time. Ugly
in the light of day, frontal
in the shade—vibrationally agonistic—
deterministic as a brindle decahedron.
From Slight Return by Rebecca Wolff, published by Wave Books.