the warmth consumes, it envelopes your spine like a virus and you have let it in, the feline presence of your womb this pale november flesh it sheds, the towers of your yesterday yield emptiness, empty of the heart and empty of the hand, the brother welding to your home a line that cannot be…

the world casts a smile about that painted face, this midnight leper a lesson of some other then, a warning for some more present now. look at me from across the road, from beneath the shadow, appear before me as a word lacking some common definition, something of a parable unwritten by the hand, genetic…