I see you looking out of my face.

You rented my shoes and shrunk them.

Little monster of ribbons and bows.

Sweet tidal wave of eyes.

A pale blue lake with pink echoes

left behind in the sanctuary lot.

Girl-grim valentine

where my crane

raises a tumult

of petals and ashes.

A silk fish hook

pulling out of snow.

Ruined reminder of days

looking over the grave

with a hopeful rectum.

Fallen from tapeworm skies

to a lasso of branches

this bramble in the brush

tongue's thorn of longing

blood torn from scales of rain

sneaky mound of venus

like a stone bell calling.