in the fields,
        i gather thickets
    of myself

 

 

 

i whisper

 

 

 

    flooding
  peripherals

 

 

 

  blackened bones whack
the heads
    of dandelions off…

 

 

 

          a hickory haze
  sauntering between
          blood
          and
          blood

 

 

 

eating

 

 

 

      index fingers
peeling off the white
in helix arches

 

 

 

      collying stones
      with each lick