Unfastened avidly from each ivory button …
Averill Curdy
The wake sewing shut those white lips …
You lean disconsolate on your stool, …
i. a long voyage, 1621 …
The cheap dropped ceiling …
It was 1986, when currencies to be changed …
Never the bark and abalone mask …
After the trumpets, after the incense …
Until wolf-light I will count my sheep, …