C a m e r o n L o v e j o y —

light sensitive material

skinless plums in a red lake

brims a drip to the table

opened eyes buoyed and to

the tooth a gravel pit

understanding darkness drops

a blanket on

the brain, a fighting

chance to figure

out swallowing

a plum, where pith

goes, how red

the water, architectonics of

a lake—blood

dripping from a table once

a tree

guttural pastoral

a cloud could call out. could a cloud now loudening the call

turn dark? a call for rain does all but dissolve a plowed field,

allowed seed.

the corner of a house, its germ.

could clouds inside warm what’s frightened in the hearth, hard

thunder raising hairs on the chimney? a cloud could roll over

woven cauldrons,

devour a cord of wood, a court of law.

vampiric wash a pondering

the projector garbles

oblong shapes a

long eggshell walls

coughing melancholy

shade

casts

/o/u/t/ /t/h/r/o/u/g/h/ /i/n/ /f/r/o/m/

the shadows a blueprint for mazework

and zoning, emotion ensnared in blue

ice cube ::

right angles right

angles right angles

right angles

wronged angels gelatinous in glass—

collins shattered, counting

mills or locks, the bell

a lagoon impaling a film

—casting

the entourage in rage

to raise the stakes, suspended over

head to glower, learn to lower

the gripped to kill

all distortions of good creatures ; ;

again by dwelling

in the corners

the coffin’s

confines

with barely nail holes

for seeing fine the harsh emotion

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of whole beings

begin seeming

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