i sat in the rocking chair & became an anchoress.
cut threads like veins. the moon was a wooden hoop
pulled taut with clothe. what i am trying to say
is i need a plot of land to sew violets.
i need a window large enough to shatter
when i throw a rock. i work all night. there is
a ghost baby in a basinette. he is studying
gender in the hopes he might get one. dipping needle
in & out of the skin. the clothe. the clothe skin.
there is always an underneath. dolphins beach themselves
& turn into women. i never said this was for you.
i meant only to keep busy. to stave off the curtains.