she's making out with saint make believe the heart's
knobs are tweezered at by strange creatures aflame
on the isle of something i cannot name teetering
steaming hours offered up a sacrificial thingie

it's what you can't bring that's bothering you
float by there are exactly 5 doors surrounding me
pendulously palatial airports where we've been intimate
swinging nerve censers in the bygone night like dinosaurs