A failed self-redeemer
I am lost among polarities
seeing the value in wrongness
protecting a fit
shelving costume after costume
on what turns out to be
a janitor's windowsill
freshly shined with strong chemicals
a face coming out of the ice wind
a juggernaut of grins on porcelain floors
listing toward the feedback with a bucket
floating book after book on the cemetery walk
watching fountains from a bench of exploded rock
curved for the sleeping alien head
that hear branches in granite.