7/8/11

i will
slide your shoes

one
/
/drop

two
/
/drop

and trace the map
the tired creases
of your instep
and
with a
slack hand
unclasp
musky
kindling
to
un/tether
the distant hidden threads
where
violent
arcs
rest

/or

/or
in the cradle of your
turned tongue
wavering warm cave
ice melts
cr/acked
by teeth
to teet
and unsung
sputters
purls
liquid lines of light
to the
overturn/d
soft
cup