it was inarticulate;
it was every bit less
than a miracle that
she wasn’t blessed
by the miserable.
cap-top. hard lace.
little more rhythm
than the last place
when he tried to
fold her under.
not an offer of the
willing; a taking of
the damned. grain
on the edge of the
dust storm to hand.
they didn’t keep it
up. how could she?
he …