Write one word she said
one letter the tip of one
urgent architecture of our secretest
matter I’ll never tell you what it was
silk dress sequins and a glass of water
she meant the rooms of the party
teach me to do what you make me do RK
clarified her going room made from room
wise with what people say
convince me of my omnipotence
like a new-born prism turns her back to the sun
pretending table out of circumflex wood
her rosary was live, the way you know
carnelian bead at the center of me
feel of fingers, being so many it must be one
she said now identify what fruit this is
but there were none
just the feeling instruments
I was the water in her clepsydra
the old nun counting in the coffee-maker
burning me as I rushed through her hands.
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