An eye in the throat
torn to see its way out.
Cliffs dangling salt on strings.
The patio and propped piano's lid
in the palm of an open hand.
Fist of joy that grazes
the rooftops like a meteorite.

Black cape erupting into sunlight.
From the forests of straw
thorn's yield of broken pods
the vision of a body unclothed
surviving fire.

Theaters chewed
into trunks of trees,
the pale tan interior.
Seat after seat screwed open
like a smashed thumbnail,
the laser scalpel of unborn names
painting charcoal on a glass hinge.