Aught, no. 11/12 (2003)

Trey Sager

Immediately.
A volving startle
decides. To

split into tinks
& codes,
parts of
the same thrash.

Organs kink,
altered rhythms
Bloom,
repeal forms

susceptible

as rips amend
each rip begins

        Just humdinging along
the black sky & its imperative

            moon
            shine

on a field of long grass
windswept, undressed
in the shade

        & I hear
        footsteps, &
        cricket burst
        & cabdriver

each spoken finger joined
bloodlovingly
in a pinky grip, &

the grass

through the
nightgown,

                graze