Borrowed by

a wheel of leaves

my life pulled ever outward

by its shiny form's

corrosive ring of hearts

blade's light

on the strange revival

someone summons

cemeteries in their sleep

someone turns on the fertile engine

somebody unseen remembers

I was roasted on a vinyl trap

carved out from almost nothing

on a concrete arc

with many mouths bleeding

at dusk a streetlit magnolia

at dawn the same shine multiplied

finds me wanting

bronze baskets of lead lilies

and highlight reels

of perfectly sheltered rain,

on the outdoor mattress

thrown from an exploded window

found on a golf course

with my form naked as a broken bone

the morning with its many acorns

is spreading like oil.