Bird Bone

We can assume
1) the torque of dreams
2) “She lived in mystic seclusion”
3) a sound as of wings
              out in the street
                              a rainy night in Tijuana
                    had as its measure

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She was a distortion of the truth
in a black bra

                  speaking several languages
                  & saying nothing really but shadows
                  paved in blue
                                        & the occasional couplet

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It All Turns to Glass
A fine mist of haze
                will cancel her eyes
while her precious adrenaline simmers
                            on the lid of the tide